#BUT! i actually did it was very sunny yesterday and is today!!!
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R Vil Schoenheit Beastly Garb Personal Story
"I completely regret thinking that!"
[Sunset Savanna – Sunset Villa]
Leona: Yaaaawn…
Vil: Good morning, Leona. You've taken your sweet time waking up. I've been waiting.
Leona: You've been waiting?
Vil: Are you still half-asleep? I'll have you do your job as our tour guide once more today.
Leona: Hah? Your guide? I already did enough of that yesterday.
Vil: Wow. You said you'd "provide quality hospitality," but was that it?
Leona: I even brought you to the specially reserved section of the Elephant Legacy hot spring… You saying there's more you want to do?
Vil: Of course. I came all this way to the Sunset Savanna and applied my UV protection perfectly.
Vil: …Well, if you'd like to take it all back, I don't mind.
Vil: However, in that case, I'll no longer be obligated to participate in Catch the Tail.
Leona: …Tch, fine. May I enquire as to what the great Vil Schoenheit-sama would like to see?
Vil: Oh, you would actually consider what I would like to do? If that's the case, then I would like to request a tour focused on beautification.
Leona: Beautification, huh… Then you should go to the beauty salon here at the hotel.
Leona: Their body treatments made from the plants found here in Sunset Savanna are pretty well known.
Vil: I see… I just looked it up, and it seems to have a wonderfully soothing effect on the skin as well.
Vil: Yesterday, I was running around outside all day, so I would love to focus on self-care today. I'll head there now.
Vil: Fufu, how is it? Do you not think my already beautiful self has gotten even more beautiful?
Leona: Yeah, yeah. Good for you.
Vil: I'm curious about the black soap that they used during the treatment. There wasn't much of a lather, and the scent wasn't too terrible.
Vil: The salon at the hotel didn't have any to provide me… Can it be bought anywhere?
Leona: So you want that black soap next. …There's a store I know. Follow me.
[Sunset Savanna – Sunrise City]
Leona: This beauty store here in the heart of Sunrise City deals with orders from the royal household.
Vil: Oho. This seems promising.
Vil: Skin care items made from plants grown in such a sunny region tend to be very invaluable, since they have a greater moisturizing effect.
Vil: In addition, there are many products that help in clearing the skin here… I wonder which one should I get. It's so difficult to decide.
Leona: Isn't this the black soap thing you were talking about earlier?
Leona: It's made of 100% natural plant products that are native to Sunset Savanna.
Leona: The black coloring seems to come from the ash of burned banana peels. Other ingredients include palm oil and cacao pods.
Vil: Bar soap like this usually gives a soft feel after washing. It's nice to use for delicate dry or sensitive skin.
Vil: I'm sure that I'll be exposed to a lot of UV rays during today's match, so… I should definitely purchase this soap.
Vil: These other skin care products are also all natural cosmetics. This country sincerely does put a lot of emphasis on nature.
Leona: ‘Cause they can't think of anything else to use. …There's other stores that have cosmetics you can take a look at. Once you finish paying, I'll take you to the next one.
Vil: …Despite all his protests, he's doing a pretty good job escorting me around to suit my likes.
Vil: Fufufu, it's not too terrible a feeling using Leona like this.
[Sunset Savanna – Market]
Leona: The stuff that's sold in the Raintree Market are mostly lower cost.
Leona: That store over there has merch made from wild plants like rooibos and baobab.
Vil: They have body lotion, oil, shower gel… Ah, and also lip balms.
Leona: In the next store over, they sell solidified resin. That's a natural fragrance that's been used here forever.
Vil: What an unusual shape. It smells smoky and spicy. And yet at the same time, it has a sweet aroma, like fruit.
Leona: If you want fragrances, they also sell a ton of essential oils.
Vil: I see resin perfumes, as well as herbal and citrus fragrances… There really are a plethora of different products.
Vil: There's much more variety here than I expected. I may run out of time if I try to examine them all.
Storekeep A: Hey, isn't that the top model Vil Schoenheit?
Storekeep B: You're right! I hear if he uses your product, sales just go through the roof!
Storekeep C: VIL-SAN! PLEASE TAKE THIS! THERE'S NO NEED TO PAY FOR IT!
Vil: W-Wait! I make it a point to not accept these kinds of things!
Vil: Leona, you say something too.
Leona: Hey, lucky you, you're so popular.
Leona: You should get the storekeepers to show you around now. I'm gonna head back to the hotel. See ya.
Vil: LEONA!!!
Vil: That man… He ran away as soon as it got troublesome! I completely regret thinking that he was even the slightest bit reliable!
[Pomefiore Dorm – Lounge]
Vil: …was something that occurred there.
Epel: Oh wow. I'm... a little surprised that Sunset Savanna had so much make-up for sale?
Rook: Sunset Savanna's beauty brings such joy and grace to everyone, yes.
Rook: Fufu, I'm so pleased that Vil was able to see just how wondrous that country is.
Vil: Ah, that's right. Since the two of you invited yourselves to my room like this, I'll give you a special gift.
Epel: I mean, we all got a souvenir from the Elephant Legacy hot springs earlier with everyone else in the dorm, though…
Vil: This is separate from that. I'll prepare it right away, so wait right there.
Rook: Merci, Vil! I cannot wait!
Epel: What does he mean he's going to prepare it…? Is it some kind of cosmetic he's making? What should I do if he starts a lecture on how to use it…?
Vil: Sorry to keep you waiting. Here you go, a specially-made smoothie from me made from fruits bought in Sunset Savanna.
Epel: …Eh, a smoothie?
Vil: In order to cultivate beauty, it is just as important as taking the right nutrition from the inside as well. That's why I bought an abundance of fresh fruit as well.
Vil: A vitamin-rich smoothie is not only good for a beauty regimen, but also for your health.
Vil: Enjoy.
Epel: Wow! Thank you very much! [gulp, gulp] …It's so good!
Rook: There's mango and papaya in this, I see. C'est bon!
Vil: As for the Catch the Tail match, it was a shame that I wasn't able to perform as I had hoped, but…
Vil: Other than that, I was able to refresh myself and have a bit of fun. From the perspective of a beauty-focused trip, I suppose it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
Requested by Anonymous.
#twisted wonderland#twst#vil schoenheit#leona kingscholar#epel felmier#rook hunt#twst vil#twst leona#twst epel#twst rook#twst translation#twst tamashina mina
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Hello! Can I request Kaveh telling people nice things about his s/o when he thinks they're not around? Started daydreaming about this and ooghh it'd make me so happy
Of course! Thanks for the recommendation Anonymous~!
(Please know that I haven’t finished the Sumeru Story Quest.)
Kaveh was someone you held close in your heart. Very close. You wanted to make him feel wanted as much as you could.
On a sunny afternoon, you had just completed your commissions and went to get your reward when Kathryne noticed you. “Ah! Welcome traveller. Here are your rewards, also, have you heard what Kavehs been saying about you?” You perk your head up suddenly in surprise and confusion. “Oh!” Kathryne says. “It’s nothing bad, quite sweet actually. Yesterday, I heard him talking about your smile. He said,
“It could light up the room, no, light up the stars.” He said.”
You were intrigued by this. You thank Kathryne before heading off on your new quest, What was Kaveh been saying about you?
Your first stop was the shopping stalls. They were busy and always crowded, so some must’ve heard something.
You talk to a few people in hopes of getting some answers.
“Yes! He said he loved how you dress.” A lady selling flowers crowns said.
“Indeed so, he adored the way you laugh.” One of the guards said.
“Mhm! He said that he never wanted to leave your side! Ever!” A young girl exclaimed, holding a small doll.
It felt reassuring that Kaveh felt the same way as you did, enough to tell the whole world about it.
You were about to get some Lavender Melons from Port Ormos went someone tugged your sleeve.
You turned around to see a short old lady with a hunched back and a wobbly cane smiling at you. “You must be Y/N, yes?” She asks, holding out her wrinkled hand.
“Yes, I am. What can I do for you today ma’am?” You asked, shaking her hand.
“Well, I would like you to know that my dear granddaughter was inspired by your work and made a list of all the good things she’s heard about you.” The lady says, reaching into her pocket and handing you a small piece of paper folded up.
You slowly take it and unfold it.
“Y/N is amazing! I could never find someone better then them.”
18 May 2:00
“I love the way she talks, don’t you?”
19 May 1:56
“Her style is amazing, I love the way she dresses.”
1 June 6:30
All of the following sentences made your heart happy. It felt amazing to know he felt all these things for you.
You look up and the old lady is no longer there, but instead you see Alhaitiam and Kaveh walking into a restaurant. Odd, but not suspicious.
You follow them in.
The smell of dishes and food fill the air, making you feel hungry. Ah, when was the last time you had a boiled lavender melon?
Whatever, that’s not your task. You’ll make one later.
You look around the restaurant and see Kaveh rambling about something to Alhaitiam, who was as usual, ignoring him and reading a book.
You approach Kaveh from behind, far away so he doesn’t notice you, but close enough that you can hear them.
“They’re the one Alhaitiam! I’m telling you! I could never find someone better! I swear.” Kaveh exclaims, almost spilling his tea over Alhaitiam’s book.
You smile and walk up to him from behind, crossing your arms. Alhaitiam notices you but Kaveh doesn’t. So you make yourself down with a “Hello.”
Kaveh snaps back into reality, out of his daydreaming of you and slowly turns around in his chair.
“Hi darling…”
Sorry if this was short! I tried to make it long.
But enjoy~!
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SPIVE ANGST FANFIC IN THE WORKS The masses on the Axosun discord server really want it and I’m such a nice person that I wrote it for them
They do not have a gun to me pointed under the table /ref /lyr
HAHA uhm
I’ll make some art for it later I guess. This is gonna be pretty sloppy since I haven’t actually written a story in like a whole ass year or two-
Enjoy eugh I feel so cringe writing this
Chained and Drowning
By meeee :3
They say dreams having meanings; that they send omens to the REM resting host, warning them of potential threats seeping from the shadows to strangle unsuspecting victims.
Others say it’s the opposite; that they exist to bring comfort to the dreamer after stressful days, or nights for our poor graveyard workers, and exhausting weeks.
The debate on the subject has been argued for many years, decades, maybe even centuries. Each person having their own theory on what they exist for, each differentiating from the other be it slightly or massively.
Not for Split though.
The banana beagle fruit-taur found dreams to be a mix of everything. An omen, a comforting gift, a story, a future teller without a crystal ball, a puddle of mud; anything and everything, even if it weren’t plausible nor made sense. After all, dreams rarely make sense themselves, so why should their interpretations? Surely they were equally as bananas right?
Split would never pay too hard attention to them, enjoying them while they lasted yet still being a bit disappointed when they ended.
She would sit to the sidelines of the obstacle course, the fluorescent lights low and dim as the bleachers were clear of spectators. It was Sunday, the game show never hosted during weekends to give the crew a chance to find anymore overly confident players who thought the course a cakewalk. Of course, they were left flabbergasted when realizing how difficult it truly was, which she always found to be hilarious.
Split would raise to her paws, glancing at the digital clock that sat on one of the walls.
4:26
"Still early.." She thought, her ears lowering slightly out of disappointment. Maybe she should get up and moving now? But she’d still have to wait for her to get up. Then again, she doesn’t remember even seeing her sleep before. No matter the time or day, she was always awake. They’ll definitely have to have a talk about that; maybe get help from DrRETRO as well! Surely the feline would offer some sort of medicinal… Medicine…? Medium..? Whatever the word was, advice to help with insoma… Insofar… Is that even a word? If it is, it’s a funny sounding one!
Insofar, sounds like solar- Ah! No no can’t get distracted. Gotta get up! Gotta get ready!
She’d stretch her upper and lower body before hurrying off to get dressed and ready. The usual shower and such weren’t an issue, unlike clothing. Banana sweater or the banana T-Shirt? It was pretty cool yesterday… But what if it were all sunny and bright and beautiful today? She’d end up getting all hot and tired. Then again she did hear something about it being cool again today. Oh well! Sweater it is!
After deciding on the most important aspect of her day, she was practically set! Breakfast wasn’t an issue considering the plans that were in place so all that was left was to head to the elevator…!
Yippe…
She never really liked the elevator. It always smelled dusty, lights would flicker at random, and then there was the chance of it showing up out of nowhere and tormenting you until you got to your floor; some of its taunts more deadly than the others…! But for now the reward was well worth the risk!
She stepped onto the elevator and pressed the very top button with a plus on it, picking the “Funny Maze” (which she never understood why it was called that, there weren’t any jokes, puns, or pranks within it) and slipping in a few coins into the slot. After the process was completed, she waited patiently as the elevators electronic music began playing while it ascended the floors with relative ease.
OKAY CHAT LEMME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS!!! YES IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE THIS SLOW AND LONG‼️‼️ I DONT HAVE AN AO3 ACCOUNT AND UNFORTUNATELY THEY SUPPORT ISNOTREAL SO I CAN’T MAKE ONE OR ELSE THEY GET MONEY 😔
Anyway I hope you enjoyed reading this it was very fun to write erm yea yes
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I feel you on the drained emotionally and physically part, so let me give you this cute idea:
Dewdrop is the one who wanders the most out of all the Ghouls and Ghoulettes and one night he wandered around outside and found a kitten. After waiting for a little bit to see if the kitten had any family (and seeing that they didn't) he proceeded to take it upon himself to care for this kitten in secret
He takes it inside and tries to gather as much as he can from what they have available in the abbey.
In the morning they see him fill out a bowl of milk, oddly confused as to why he would put the milk first, but swiss passes him the box of cereals anyway.
"what? Oh, no I don't need that" he waves off the box, picking up the plate carefully as to not make a mess over the kitchen counter.
"Droplet are you sure you don't want cereal with your milk?" asks Mountain, "you could use a mug its easier to warm up-" but he gets cut off by the sound of the door as dewdrop leaves the kitchen, leaving everyone to wonder why the fuck he's drinking milk out of a bowl.
Swiss tries to talk to him later, but dew won't let him into his dorm, "what the fuck is that smell anyway, dew, have you showered today??" he's yapping outside and trying to convince dew that "whatever it is you're going through, we can work it out-" he insists on calling aether if he doesn't tell him what he's doing but swiss just gives up and goes back to his room instead.
Cirrus and cumulus speculate with sunny, they had heard the kitten meowing before but it had been quiet since yesterday, right when dew started acting all weird, they think maybe he found the kitten hurt and doesn't want to bother anyone, which sunny disproves by saying when he found he hurt bird he gave it to Mountain so he could help it.
Aether offers to help dew, reminding him every often that he can tell him anything and that he'll always be happy and willing to help, but rain is the one that actually finds out. Dew opened his window a bit too much and the kitten escapes following a butterfly through the back gardens. Rain finds the kitten by the edge of the pond trying to scope the water as he's now been distracted by the little fish.
He picks the kitten up and holds it, thinking to take it back to Aether and Mountain but is quickly stumped by an agitated Dewdrop looking for something.
"oh, shit! fuck! Rainy did you see a little tiny black creature run off through here??!" Rain chuckles and asks for dew's hand, to place it on the inside of his jacket where the kitten is being held up. Dew feels the soft fur and his worried expression quickly turns into a small panic, "don't you fucking tell anyone!! they can't- they'll make fun of me for it!!"
Rain talks to dew and convinces him that he can keep the cat but that he needs to ask aether for help with it, at first the ghoulettes see rain with the cat and think rain adopted it, swiss has no clue there's a cat, and mountain finds the small creature gnawing at his grass one day and takes it back to Aether, who takes it and tells mountain that dew will get upset if his cat gets lost. Mountain is surprised and says he didn't know dew had a cat?? but slowly they all start taking care of it when they find it.
It quickly becomes a ghoul favorite to cuddle and play with, but Dew still insists he doesn't know why that cat likes him so much!!! Oh, and don't ask what his full name is... They call him Soot because his fur is black and ashy, but his full name is something along the lines of VERY SCARY HELLFIRE DEMON CAT THAT BREATHES HELLFIRE AND WILL EAT YOU ALIVE or something... idk, dew isn't very good at naming animals but at least he's better than swiss who said it should be named "dick penis cat"... yeah...
later mountain gets a little grey kitten and calls it "ash" so that they can be Ash and Soot :) Dew hates to admit it, but the names really grew on him...
woah that was a lot longer than i thought it'd be...
#dewdrop ghost#dewdrop ghoul#dewdrop#mountain ghoul#mountain ghost#nameless ghoul headcanons#nameless ghouls#the nameless ghouls#drabble#raven writes#bluravenwrites#maskless ghouls#unmasked ghoul hc#unmasked ghouls#swiss army ghoul#swiss ghoul#rain ghoul#aether ghoul
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Mom said it is my turn to spark a timeline fkdjhgjkhd
Very curious about what you have planned hehe XD
(also no need to answer this today since it's almost sleepy times for you I just saw your tags and had to share my first thought about it fkjghkjldh)
So for context, yesterday dear Chaotik tagged me in this post, and, well...
What if they did know each other sooner?
First of all I want to lead with the disclaimer that this was just a pre-bedtime idea I’m kind of fleshing out, no promises I’ll do anything with it. I don’t even have a solid name for this timeline (yet) (kicks “Nestlings AU” under the couch where no one can see)
For this, I’m jumbling the circumstances a good bunch again - Sun, Moon, and Eclipse live in the same city as Y/N. Also there’s more but I’m not telling you yet (:
Eclipse gets Sun and Moon a job at the agency - and they begin their training period, hesitantly hopeful that maybe this job will be more fun than the others they’ve had. Maybe this will be something they can settle for. I’ve mentioned it before, but these two used to job hop a lot - staying at most a year at any given place before they become dissatisfied and look for something more.
The agent job only feels different because it’s something so out there - good luck finding that job listing online! And perhaps it’s something the brothers can use to connect to each other, in this very rough phase where none of them dare to address deeper issues because they don’t know how to even breach much less vulnerable topics. If they could come home and gossip about the same workplace and people, well… That would be nice, wouldn’t it? They could feel like a family.
So the two start their training, pick out their code names, and… and it’s not terrible. It’s not quite what they had hoped for, still missing something, and yet they can’t say just what it is they would need to truly accept the job. It’s even kind of fun, whenever they forget that strange restlessness spurring them on.
Dawn excels quickly at the more social aspects of agent work - pleasant smiles, polite conversations, he’s got one of those faces, you know? He starts leaning into it, dressing up and giving off the best “Me? A secret agent? Surely you jest” vibes known to man. That’s just Dawn, the nice, sunny animatronic, who likes to dress fancy! As far as agents (in training) go, he’s eccentric, but effective.
Dusk hates that kind of stuff, but no one tops his speed when it’s about training courses within and outside of the building, and handicaps like the trainer deciding to change the light/ sight conditions barely bother him with his access to night and thermal vision. He’s somewhat quiet, but everyone else already clocks him as a menace as soon as he grins like a Cheshire Cat upon completion of a parkour.
Eclipse meanwhile continues to work his way up the ranks, no longer an assistant by the time Sun and Moon start their training, but he’s eyeing that lead researcher position and there’s very little that could deter him from trying to get there.
As for the family vibes… It works, a little. Eclipse gets a huge kick out of asking “So, how was training?” in the most parental tone he can muster. Sun and Moon pretend to be bothered, but deep down they don’t begrudge him a bit of teasing. They may grumble a bit, and then eventually sigh and lean into it too. Shrug and a “Well, training, y’know?” They can all squabble a bit, with Eclipse nudging them more because they’re all laughing and yeah maybe it’s silly and all just jokes, but at last he feels like part of the circus after being trapped in the audience for too long. Do I say this to make a jesters reference or because it’s accurate to how ridiculous they are? Yes.
They still have bad days, and fights - and the transfer they were already “threatened” with looms in the distance. That’s when they start thinking maybe that’ll help, actually - they can call, and text, and just stick to the fun bits and not lash out at each other anymore. That’s where in canon, too, their relationship starts freezing.
In this timeline though?
One day there’s a commotion - something about HQ being “infiltrated” by a civilian.
The next night, a new recruit starts training, and suddenly things become actually interesting. The newbie is a bit wide-eyed, and seems to not quite know what to make of things. They chat up a couple people and seem not very impressed, which only earns them a few stink eyes.
Dusk suddenly can’t slack off anymore. He had that perfect balance between staying on top of everyone while putting in as little effort as he can get away with. But then suddenly there’s someone keeping up with him, and starting up a casual conversation.
“Hey, uh, is everyone here a stick in the mud?”
He nearly trips when he starts cackling.
The newbie slows with him in concern, but he just grins at them like the menace he is.
“You’ll want to use that head start. I’ll catch up.”
“Oh, bet.”
To his absolute delight, they win.
They shrug off an introduction, saying they haven’t picked a code name yet. Dusk proceeds to call them random words as “code name suggestions”, but it’s all things like “Hey, Broom!” “Carpet, watch out!” and the newbie swears up and down if they weren’t faster than him and couldn’t outrun his stupidity they’d have to kill him.
And then the idiots race again.
And again - a good bunch over time. Moon comes home after that first time and seems unusually eager to talk about work, though Eclipse doesn’t complain. Sun just jokes how he’s curious if he’ll meet them too.
And he does! But unlike their already trained talent in parkour, their acting skills are a bit lacking. He watches them fumble for a bit before he approaches them, introduces himself as Dusk’s partner, and then asks them if they’re alright - those new job jitters sure are something! And they sigh, ignoring the out he’s giving them, and explain that no, they just really don’t know how to act in these scenarios.
Well, don’t mind if he does, then.
“Well, who are you right now?”
“Huh?”
“What role are you playing? Any character needs to be crafted first, then you can start thinking of what script you’re working with.”
There’s a small pause as they look at him (perfect poker face - well, at least they got that down), and he starts to fidget. But then they huff, and crack a smile.
“That’s the cheesiest way anyone’s ever successfully explained something to me. Got any other pointers?”
And boy, does he!
Eclipse hears a lot of stories about the newbie, then. He’s drawing his own conclusions <3
(And he’s not really wrong)
Robin first introduces themself to Dusk, who immediately has to be funny about it.
“Like the bird?”
“No, you imbecile. Robin Hood.”
“Imbecile yourself. Why him?”
“Dude lives in the woods with his friends and steals from the rich, what’s not to admire?”
“You’re thinking of corvids, little bird.”
“I’m going to kill you.” (They don’t <3)
Dawn at the very least respects their namesake, though he earns himself a withering glare when he declares that their pickpocketing skills are a sight to be seen, and they’d make for an adorable little thief. That sticks, too <3
“But Luce,” you say, “Where’s the fun in this timeline if they all know each other from the start?”
We still get a reveal, some time down the road, after enough of the early stage shenanigans.
Eclipse likes to shop around, buying things he can reasonably acquire in local stores to then dissect them and figure out how they work. Little pet projects for improvements, and to practice and keep himself sharp in those phases when he’s stuck only doing paperwork at work.
Y/N meanwhile starts frequenting some stores selling home security and other “spy gadgets”, always looking for novelty items and thus forcefully learning how to deal with disappointment.
One day they grab a little pen camera - only to hear someone cheerfully suggest they pick another one, that one really isn’t worth the money.
After they startle, they turn, and blink - another celestial animatronic. Huh. Who would’ve thought those are so common?
He introduces himself, and then explains he dissected one of them before, and the camera is unfortunately functionally useless. The wiring’s too fickle, he had to fix up quite a lot to get his in working order -
“But you got it? In working order?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure!”
“Do you take commissions? Or, uh, actually, would you teach me?”
He never really had to think about that - but boy is he on board! Sure, he’d love to walk them through it!
They buy two then, one for him to demonstrate and one for them to follow along with. If they mess up, they have the one he worked on, and if they manage, well, guess they have - … friendship spy pens?
Eclipse loves the idea of friendship spy pens.
Y/N doesn’t mention that they know two other (or, well, one other?) celestial animatronics, because they do take the secrecy seriously now that they have a civilian friend - they feel all cool and mysterious about it, dork.
Eclipse usually visits them - he’s eager to go out, and really enjoys finding new routes to their place. Workshop hangouts often stretch into movie hangouts and, after Y/N insists on buying a charging cord for him after his first crash at their place, sometimes sleepovers.
He gets to brag about his friend now, too - and this is where all brothers are idiots, and no one connects the dots.
For a while! And we’re keeping up with the trend that Eclipse makes any reveal a speedrun - he finds out first.
He visits them at home so often, gets to casually talk to them all the time, and hears so many stories from Sun and Moon, he just starts becoming more and more suspicious as time goes on.
And when one day Moon bemoans his little bird stealing his hat, just for said hat to lie on Y/N’s couch? Eclipse blinks, and then nearly gives them a heart attack.
“So you are Robin. My brothers simply cannot shut up about you.”
He makes quick work of quelling any panic though - it’s fine, really, after all, if they didn’t know that just means that Sun and Moon are doing their job right!
Then there’s the prompt invitation to mess with the two, and frame it as an accident to HQ. Eclipse simply invites his friend home, whom he couldn’t have known is also an agent, because both Y/N and Sun and Moon took the secrecy so seriously! (:
Sun/ Moon get the shock of a lifetime and, for a moment, have no clue how to feel about it - but then Y/N exaggerates an innocent shrug before breaking into a grin, and suddenly they feel a little calmer. Still grumble and shoot Eclipse a glare, but it’s on the same level as their usual bit.
HQ lets them get away with it, but Agent River already feels like these new recruits are going to test her nerves.
She’s right.
By the time Sun and Moon are done with their training and thus supposed to be shipped off, Dusk, Dawn, and Robin have already become a set, “do not separate.” The higher ups begrudgingly indefinitely postpone the transfer after Robin makes it clear they aren’t leaving their home any time soon, even after they finish their training.
HQ, at some point, demands one of them at least move.
Sun/ Moon, Eclipse, and Y/N, Looking At Each Other: … We can do that
HQ is tired. River feels like she needs three baby leashes, and one of them isn’t even under her command. She just gets another coffee in her “World’s best Mom Supervisor” mug.
It’s the fast burn timeline (as far as I will ever be able to write anything “fast” relationship wise), because they have the least walls up, and are all very eager to fix things/ enjoy things as they come <3
#answer let luce#chaotikanvas#accidentally undercover#au alt timeline#im pretending im still thinking of names bc idk if less tired me will have a better idea#but yeah this one really is just a romcom#like sure we can throw angst in there with some of the staple incidents like the stabbing or even just prolonged absence#but it's a gentle timeline#they love each other quickly and freely before they learn how to hide#2K words btw have fun lmao
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Best Gift and Waffles
Type- One Shot
Verse- @sunandherflores 's Harry and Y/n with their cutie of a baby, Arjun.
Warnings- None! Just fluff.
Word Count- 2.8k
A/N- Here's your birthday gift, Pyari. I love you so much <33 (I hope I did your verse justice)
Description- It's y/n's birthday, Harry ends up being assigned the duty of making waffles every time they'll be planned to be made, and Juno's gift is termed as the best she's ever received.
Arjun was the one most excited for this day and there’s no bluff in that.
As soon Harry’s eyes open and he relives a few moments of his life, he comes to the conclusion that it’s his wife’s birthday today and that he’s going to do his best to make it happier than the last one. He’s sure that his son will help him make that decision become obliviously possible.
As he turns on his side to take a look at y/n, he immediately huffs when he sees Arjun clinging onto her abdomen like a koala bear. Did he even sleep last night or stayed awake in the worry that Harry will surely forget to wake him up so that he’d be the first one to wish her? Well… he did almost forget that but still. Going back onto his back, he starts wondering what should he make for breakfast.
Not sure if he should wake Arjun up, he gets up making little to no movements and curses in surprise when his feet meet the cold floor, wondering if should take out those fuzzy socks for his son already.
With slight moisty-padding sounds of his feet, he exits the room while making sure he doesn’t shut the door- just in case that little munchkin decides to join him. That’d be very pleasant actually, but he can only hope that both of his loves get their full sleep. Did y/n think what the day ahead of her would look like while she was awake? He’ll make sure to ask what she guessed if she did.
It’s raining outside, or maybe it rained not so long ago as the raindrops on the window race with each other to reach the bottom. Opening them, he sees that it’s indeed raining and although Y/n does like a cool dark day, she loves a sunny day. He can only hope that the clouds would tear apart from each other and let at least a tad bit of sun shine fall onto the land which surely has water puddles on it here and there.
He pours a glass of fresh water into the water boiling machine placed at the corner of the slab, and shuts its lid, switching it on. Proceeding his walk towards the fridge, he looks into it to see if he can find anything that could make a good breakfast along with the cut up slice of lemon he had put in yesterday.
Before his eyes can search any further for lemons in lost hopes for any breakfast inspiration, his eyes land on the box in which Y/n had stored the waffle batter. Though he feels a little guilty for not putting in efforts which all belong to him, he cuts himself some slack and moves onto taking out the waffle maker from the lower cupboards and cooking spray from the cupboards above. He’s supposed to leave the batter to come to a normal temperature, so he pours in the hot water in his mug and drops that slice of lemon he found in the door of the fridge.
He isn’t much of a person to drink these kind of things but due to humidity and sweat from his practice sessions, pimples have been popping up on his skin and he hadn’t been hydrating very well as of lately either, resulting in chapped lips. It was y/n who had lectured him into starting to drink a cup of lemon water, guaranteeing that his skin would go back to being clear and to put two drops of mustard oil in his belly button to get rid of those cracked lips.
Jumping down from the kitchen counter, he puts the mug beside the sink and starts to spray the cooking oil onto the waffle maker. Making sure to preheat the oven to 300 degrees.
As the waffle bakes until it turns golden brown, he prepares the frosting, but not before struggling to find that tiny bottle of vanilla essence. Adding some milk for the consistency he had desired, he finally stepped back at the sound of oven’s ‘ding’ and smiles when he sees the waffle through the blurry glass.
He takes it out with a gloved hand and then takes out a spoon to spread the frosting over it. And, he’s doing just that when turns on his heels, grabbing onto the slab with all his might upon hearing a light weird sound. But just as immediately, he realizes that it was his son yawning soundly and lets out a deep sigh of relief, shaking his head while Arjun tries his very best to lower the sound of his hearty laughter.
“Shh,” Harry cautions, while his sheepish smile gives away that he’s embarrassed.
“Good morning, daddy,” Arjun laughs out, climbing up onto the counter to press a kiss on both of his cheeks. Harry greets back and repeats his actions, hugging his frame.
Helping the boy down as per his request, he continues to spread the frosting before asking him to help him with clearing the things out. The boy does oblige, but not before yawning again.
Arjun puts all the containers Harry hands him one by one quietly- not being much of a speaker in the mornings and especially not today, when he’s trying to not wake his mum up.
“That should be it for you, love. And hey, did you finish making your gift?” Harry asks with giddiness, crouching down a little so that he could hear whatever the answer is in a secretive way.
“Yeah I did!”
The enthusiasm definitely caused Harry to back off a little. “You told me you’d tell me once it’s prepared, so… ?”
“Well, it’s made by me and I made it… You can know the rest once mumma sees it!”
“You little-“ and he’s cut off before he can finish his complain by Arjun giggling and running away upstairs, most likely to brush his teeth and shower.
Huffing once again, he decides on putting some sprinkles on the frosting and soon enough he’s stacking up a piece of waffle above the other to give it an appearance of a cake. The problem is, it isn’t giving celebratory yet, leaving him thinking very hard onto what else could be added. It does take time, but he steadies a candle atop the stack and finally feels satisfied.
Time to get ready for the day now.
Though he doesn’t proceed to do that until he’s covered the treat with a glass lid.
Still steadying himself from climbing up the chairs in too much speed, he pushes open the door to Arjun’s room. Though when he’s met with a shut bathroom door and sound of water running inside, he walks right out. He’s sure he isn’t very pleasant to look at right now.
When he enters his and his lovely wife’s room, he’s surprised to see that she’s still asleep. Is she pretending to be asleep? He hopes that’s not the case as he takes out a pair of beige pants and a brown striped tee to wear over it. Maybe he’ll wear some sort of jacket immediately after getting a taste pf cool air, but he couldn’t care less right now- feeling too proud of himself for setting up his outfit beforehand.
Once he hears Arjun’s room door being closed, he’s grabbing for his towel and jumping inside the shower. Perhaps, Arjun could wake up Y/n while his father showers and gets ready inside the bathroom itself.
Y/n on the other hand, stirs in her sleep before cracking open her eyes. Smell of vanilla remains heavy in air as she realizes that the breakfast is ready and it’s something tasty, making her smile with excitement. Though it falters when she finds no one beside her- neither Harry nor Arjun. What is she supposed to do? Go back to sleep? She sure as hell doesn’t wanna do that, so instead she rises up and switches on her phone to maybe reply to some texts, if she’s even gotten any this early.
It’s when her phone’s screen light up does she realize that it’s not so early anymore. It’s literally nine in the morning, the weather had her fooled. As soon as her phone connects with the wi-fi, messages start bombarding her notification bar. Most of the people she knows are morning birds, so she isn’t surprised to see a badge in red marked over the Whatsapp icon telling her there are 20 messages.
Slowly but surely, she opens and replies to all of them. Smiling over the status people put her photo in, especially the one her dad put- a photo of her as a child, looking at the cake on the table with the greediest eyes ever. Last but not the least, she opens the text message she’s received form Harry, opening it to find a video of them celebrating her birthday during the early months of their relationship, under it written a sappy poem he probably copied from google.
It feels like her heart’s smiling as she shuts off her phone and stretches. Just in the meantime, her bedroom is opening and peeks in the head of freshly showered Arjun, grinning from ear to ear as he walks with fast paced steps towards the bed once he sees that she’s awake.
“Happy birthday once again, mumma!” Geedily, he wishes her before leaning in to press a kiss onto her perked up lips, happily wrapped in her arms.
“Thank you, once again my lovely Juno,” She smiles, brushing her nose against his. “See, you wished me twice and your daddy hasn’t even come in front of me yet!” She complains to him, laughing when he shrieks, “boycott daddy!”
As she’s roughly combing out his hair with her fingers, the bathroom door opens and a rush of steam rushes out with a smell of strong men’s soap.
“There she is! There’s my darling wife!” Harry exclaims loudly, grinning with an open mouth before walking towards her with open arms. Leaning down, he hugs her tightly before pecking her lips twice. “Happy birthday,” he says rather peacefully, pecking her nose.
Smiling gently, she also pecks his nose and mumbles back, “thank you.”
“Me too, me too!” Voice of an excited Juno interrupts them.
It’s only a matter of seconds before they both share a look and tackle the little boy with kisses on either of his cheeks with obnoxious kissing sounds, making him laugh out loud. Just a hiccup and they leave his cheeks alone but not before kissing them one more time while making a loud ‘mwah!’ noise.
Getting up on his knees, he also presses a kiss on both their cheeks before Harry is grabbing him from Y/n’s arms, and pushing her to go shower already so that they can proceed to further plans.
Moving to Arjun’s room, Harry places him onto the bed and crouches down to his level.
“Are you ready to give your gift to mumma?”
“Yes daddy, I’ve got the best gift ever!”
“Well well well, that’s awesome! Come downstairs with it and we’ll see where to place it, yeah?”
Arjun just nods vigorously and climbs down the bed, moving toward his clothing drawer as Harry exits the room and flees down the stairs, into the kitchen.
Removing the lid, he also removes the candle and put the meal inside the oven to heat it a little. He should’ve left it in the oven itself, but oh well. He anyways moves onto taking the flower bouquet of yellow and red roses out of the lower basket in the fridge and places it atop the dining table, in the vey middle. Then, places all the plates and glasses on their places, before shutting off the oven.
This time, he leaves the waffles in the oven, planning on taking it out once she reaches downstairs- considering the weather is still cold.
Jumping down the stairs comes Arjun, with something like a notebook covered in black sheet with a red ribbon tied messily, but it still looks so pretty that Harry is almost embarrassed of the fact that he learned how to tie his shoe laces when in 5th grade.
“Here!” Arjun hands the notebook-ish thingy to Harry, who replaces y/n’s plate with the gift. Arjun appreciates Harry’s decoration and then they hear a ‘ta-da!’ from the stairs, and everything goes still for both of them when they turn around.
It felt like everything went in slo-mo as she laughed, probably upon seeing their surprised facial expression before making her way to them.
“Do I not look good?” Y/n teases them, grinning widely.
She’s dressed in a brown saree, which somewhat matches Harry’s outfit. The clothing wrapped around her body as if it were made to be fitted on her body with perfect creases at just the right spots. She has pulled her hair in a low-sleek bun, a pair of complicatedly designed gold earrings hanging down from her ear lobule and a few bangles in her hands. A brown bindi sits in the midst of her brows and if you scan just a little bit down, you see black eyeliner on her eye lids, and black eye pencil used on her lower waterline.
If this isn’t what a goddess looks like, then Harry isn’t sure he can believe that.
“You look truly like a goddess,” he babbles out without filter, causing her to look down blushing and laugh at the same time.
“Why thank you,” she replies bashfully.
“You really are looking very pretty mumma!” Arjun chimes in, stretching out his arms while saying ‘very’.
“Not better than you, though.” She pouts, again laughing when his cheeks go red.
Gasping when her eyes land on the dining table, she lightly pushes harry to the side and moves towards it, lips apart in delight. “All of this looks so beautiful!” She unknowingly affirms Harry, moving to pick up the bouquet to smell it once and put it back down.
“This is so nice, thank you!”
“Mum, look! There’s my gift for you!” Arjun chimes in before Harry can affirm her.
With utter delight, y/n moves forward to pick up the gift. From behind her, Harry pulls out her chair for her to sit down as he watches over her shoulder with just as much curousity.
When she unties the ribbon, the folder of black paper pops open, and a scrapbook is revealed. While she’s adoring the cover and the tracing her fingers over the birthday wish written in Juno’s handwriting, Harry is thinking back to day before yesterday when Arjun had gone over to Gemma’s for a day but had took his scrapbook and sketch pens with him. So this is why.
Turning over the hardcover of the notebook, y/n realized there was no stopping now. Each page had a picture of every one of the family members Arjun is aware of, all of them holding a piece of paper or cardboard on which they had wished her a happy birthday with multiple blessings and all of the love they could give.
“Holy- oh my god, Juno,” she turns to look at him, seeming as if left breathless. “Did you do all of this bubba?” She asks him, placing him on her lap.
“Yeah I did, but Aunt Gemma also helped me,” he admits shyly, his nose a shade of blush pink.
“This is so very lovely, thank you very much Juno. Might be the best gift I’ve ever received!” She cried out in joy, kissing him all over his face.
From behind her a loud gasp. “What do you mean by ‘the best’!?” Harry asks her, coming in front of her with an offended expression and hands resting on his hips, seeming like asking for an explanation which can’t be made out of the rubbish statement she made. He steals a peek at Juno and sees him show him his tongue, causing him dramatically gasp again.
Pretending to wipe away faux tears, he stands up and starts to leave. “I’m heartbroken. No one even asked for breakfast. My heart’s aching so much,” he confesses in a gloomy voice, hanging his head low while he continues to walk like a skeleton in those spooky movies.
“I am starving though. Aren’t you too, Juno?”
“Mhm, I am. Elephants are jumping around in my stomach.”
“Oh shut it, I’m not going anywhere.” Harry turns around, instantly going over to the oven and taking out the waffles, which are still warm.
To say that y/n liked it would be an understatement. But to truly describe how much she freaking loved it, the words ‘These are the best waffles I’ve ever had, H. It’s always gonna be you who’ll make waffles from now on. I mean that, literally,’ should do the work
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Contemplation
This is very self-indulgent, as it is my birthday today. Hope someone else wants cake.
TW for yandere, captivity, and Stockholm syndrome.
“Happy birthday, Darling.” His hands were warm as they massaged your wrist, eyes warmer as he smiled at you.
You had barely opened your eyes and Trey had some sort of spongy delicacy on a fork, held out for you to eat.
“Trey?” It was a stupid thing, to question if it was actually his presence, but you were groggy and this awakening was sudden, saccharine.
That’s not to say that Trey wasn’t usually sweet. He tried his best to make your life easier after sequestering you off to one of the sheds in Heartslaybul’s garden. He had done his best to offer you all the comforts of your previous life; a futon mattress that was far more comfortable than the rickety bed in Ramshackle, clean clothes and a bucket of soapy water for when you wanted to refresh yourself, food whenever you asked for it, a cup of tea, a book for when you’re bored…
He tried his best.
Presently, though, he was smiling, holding a gorgeous slice of cake topped with fluffy whipped icing and fragrant curls of chocolate, all while waiting expectantly foor you to take the bite he had offered you.
“Did you forget what I promised you yesterday?” He laughed, “It’s okay if you did.”
Trey shifted to place the cake down on the cool floor of the shed, golden eyes turning back to sweetly gaze into your sleepy countenance.
“Do you remember, honey? I told you we could go out into the garden today. I made you some tea.”
You did not remember being told any of this, but it was a welcome surprise. Trey’s sunny expression was enough.
You didn’t know when, but you had come to await Trey’s appearances in the shed you had been trapped in. He was the only human contact you’d endured in what felt like years, so of course… of course you’d want to see him. There wasn’t anything wrong with that.
And he was so nice, too. Trey could have seriously harmed you. He was bigger and stronger than you,, but he’d been nothing but soft and kind. You thought he’d always been that way, maybe. And while you woud have preferred not to be in this shed, you were glad that Trey put you here, and not Azul or Leona, or god forbid Riddle.
That is why you leaned forward and indulged your senses with the bite of cake that he hadn’t stopped holding out to you. That is why you slowly got up and accepted his hand as he led you from the shed to a table set up just outside.
That is why you smiled when he kissed your cheek and said again.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
#trey clover x reader#tw: yandere#tw: dark content#tw: dark themes#twisted wonderland#disney twst#yandere trey clover#tw captivity#yandere x reader
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roofin
so this week has been a bit hectic, and i worked the farmer’s market yesterday and still feel like if anyone wants to write an accurate farmer’s market a/u of anything they should hit me up. (hint: there should be more politics and somebody should be a little bit mad with power)
but anyway today was The Big Day for the Roof Going On and it went really well. Firstly the weather was glorious; low 40s (F) to start and then it warmed right up to the mid 60s, clear and sunny, blue skies, very aesthetic fall color on all the leaves. I got my real camera out, it was so pretty. No wind, unlike yesterday. No threat of rain. I have exhausted all my karma points; that was all i could have asked for. It was really just perfect weather.
Cut for pics & too much detail, of course.
We got a crew of five-- Dude came out for this purpose, and so it was me, Dude, BIL, Farmsister, and then I called in the favor for M-L of having helped her move, and she said of course she’d come.
I went out at 8am with BIL, and we tore off the two top half-planks at the roof peak, so there’d be a proper air gap for ventilation. Had to cut out a little strip of the roofing underlayment too, and this made me so nervous, because it meant destroying what weatherproofing I had.
image: looking up at my cabin’s sleeping loft, the sky is visible at the peak of the roof through an opening approximately six inches wide.
But we got all set up, and double-checked the plans and got our materials set up. And then we set to work.
image: the cabin, with the roof covered in green Tyvek, my brother in law sitting across the peak, a ladder hung from the peak next to him and two stepladders in the foreground. Note to the right that there is an exposed bit of rafters-- those are the fly rafters, built off the end of the building to be an extra bit of overhang for the roof. In the background, the trees immediately behind the cabin are a riot of fall color, mostly sugar maples in shades of oranges and yellow and some red, with some of it still green.
I started off being on the stepladder, screwing down the bottom edge of the roof, but I gave that job to Farmsister because my left elbow has never been the same since I overdid things helping M-L move. (She showed up at 10, which was when we’d told her to come; we realized before that that we probably weren’t actually going to need her, so we told her to take her time and bring us donuts. Which she did, because she’s a sport.) M-L then saw me flexing and rubbing my elbow and was like “oh no what did you do to it” and i did not have the heart to tell her, so I just said I’m getting old.
Part of the reason I’d figured ML could be the 5th crew member is that if we didn’t need her, I knew she’d be fine just standing around being the peanut gallery. Anyone else would feel weird or be mad, but she wouldn’t care, and I was right, she mostly stood around and chased down screws the actual workers dropped, and Dude and I were not terribly busy but spent our time carefully prying apart the metal roof sheets which were damp and so had stuck together, and then carefully carried them over one at a time and handed them up to the folks on the roof.
Image: half of the south side of the roof is clad in metal; BIL is on the ladder hooked over the roof peak, and Farmsister is on the tall stepladder leaning on the screw gun as she puts in the screws right above the eaves.
We went up one side and then went around and did the other side, and started putting the ridge caps on as we went-- there were three sections of ridge cap, so one for about every four sheets of roof-- and we found the foam insulation that’s meant to go in as a spacer there, and got that put in. Still need to add the little insulation thingies under the eaves but that’s something for another time. (The kit hadn’t come with those, so Dude had to go drive around to several home improvement stores to find them all in the afternoon.)image
image: Farmsister and BIL each separately operating an electric screw gun, screwing down the metal roof panels in an artistically-framed photo that shows the very blue sky and the brilliant fall foliage of the tree overhanging the cabin.
We stopped for lunch at 1pm with one ridge cap still off but all the roof panels in place, and went in and had a white bean chicken chili that Farmsister had put in the crockpot overnight. It was very good. And we dismissed M-L at that point.
image: This is what the cabin looked like when we stopped for lunch. You can’t see that the last section of ridgecap isn’t on yet. You can see how bright the foliage is all around! It’s so pretty.
After lunch, just BIL and I came back out, and I handed him a few things but then he mostly was just puttering, getting the foam spacers in under the ridgecap and so on and so forth. So I went in and dug out the insulation batts I’ve had in the corner ever since we put the insulation in under the loft where it overhangs the porch, and I put on a mask and a kerchief over my hair and long sleeves and went up in the loft and stapled those batts up until I ran out of staples on the last batt.
It was only enough to do one wall, and not the peak, so it’s not enough that it’ll really be any warmer up there. But it’s something, and it’s a bunch less I’ll have to do later. The rest of the insulation batts are up in the barn loft and I was not feeling up to going and getting them.
We got the last ridgecap up finally, when Dude got back with the esoteric insulating pieces he had to drive all over robin hood’s barn to find. (BIL had also gone and borrowed a set of power shears from the neighbor; the plans said to overlap the last sheets a little extra but the measurements did not actually work to allow that, so we had to trim the edge of the roof to fit; it was too floppy to be left overhanging.)
Image: this is the last picture I took, which is of BIL still on the roof peak ladder just putting a few final screws in, but it shows the ridge cap in place and the overhang trimmed to fit correctly, and the way the light caught in the foliage as the sun got close to setting.
We finished just in time to go in for dinner. Mom had made steak and mushroom pie, which is just about my favorite thing ever. I’d brought a bottle of champagne, so we had that before dinner.
I am feeling absolutely delighted; it’s not anything tangibly different in living in the cabin but it’s so nice to have a real roof. I’m very excited and I still haven’t picked up all the pots and pans and dishes and trays I had set out to catch drips the last time it rained but I’m going to, and take them in and wash them somewhere, because I don’t need them anymore!!
so anyway. that was sunday. but i got no writing done this weekend, needless to say, LOL. Still. Big news! Big progress.
I kind of really want it to rain now...
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Hasn't Station said Sunny pedojacketing it made its POCD worse and made it harder to process its trauma as a victim bc she just says everyone that has abused it is it lying
Sunny has made a lot of people worse with the claims she tosses around without much reasoning.
From what I've heard she has an issue with accountability along with trusting things a little too blindly, don't forget the fact that she's extremely hypocritical when it comes to what screenshots you trust and what people say to her directly because the moment we get anon that says that something happened, it's fake.
The moment she gets "proof" Station did something it most likely didn't do, it's extremely cropped or censored when it doesn't need to be. If she gets a "testimonial" about Station from someone who lives in the same town as it, the user is censored.
The user in question could be lying or Sunny asking Loli to send her an ask to fake information. Screenshots are very, very easy to fake and one person messaging another on Tumblr does not actually prove anything.
Sunny just want attention, a laugh and a boost to her ego complex.
Her concert was yesterday or today by the time I posted this and a mutual who lives in California who's going to the same concert mentioned going on look out and talking to security as much as possible about an aggressive stalker being in the area.
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Thess vs The Daunt, Some More
Was too made of ow and tired to do gaming yesterday (stupid fibro). Today is going to be different. Bullet points, go!
Right. Let's try to get to that little question mark.
(twenty-five minutes later) Oh. I think this is to do with that underwater cavern, not up. And I need a tool I don't have yet for that. Fuck. Ah well. Moving on to the next map question mark.
Aha! Signal tower! Up we go!
(fifteen minutes later) THIS IS BULLSHIIIIIIIIIIIIT. So much jumping. So much clinging. AAAAAAAAAA.
Right. Here we go. Please let this be an easier way down-- RAPPEL POINTS! WOO!
...Tiniest rappel jump in the middle of all these. I hate the tiny ones. No time for a decent WOOOOOOOHOO! Still, the other two were satisfying.
I should probably do more questing now-- oh, hey, green shiny! Gimme!
Right. Focus. Literally. There goes a Bristleback. I did want to go to that campfire, but... Bristleback. And I cannot shoot it. Fuck. On we go.
"Okay, fine; you kill them however you want!" Thanks for your permission, sir; just look at it as me saving your perimeter of very sparky tripwires. I HAVE A BOW AND I AM VERY GOOD WITH IT AND THESE ARE ONLY SCROUNGERS SO STEP OFF.
I now have a tripcaster. Yaaaaaaaaay more equipment I will probably never use! (Look, I like precision, okay?)
Right. Off to find Erend. Focus. Literally.
Oooooooooh Erend, you got yourself into a mess, didn't you? Right. Bristlebacks die.
"Acid arrows make chain reactions--" How about I just shoot them in their weak spots and make them dead? That work for you? Yes? No? If no, don't care; THIS IS HOW I DO.
Okay, I understand we have a saviour complex, Aloy, but ... yeah, Erent can't literally do the things you can but he could do things like, y'know, help you kill all the bullshit in your way? See, Avad is a no-go because he can't actually go with me anywhere, but Erend? Erend I want with me. Buuuuuuut apparently no. Boo.
Right. Explosions. But while Aloy has a mission, I personally have shit to do so let me just find that campfire, and I can explore those ruins when I come back--
Huh. Raccoon. I require bits from raccoons. Buuut it's in the middle of Scrounger territory. Behold me as I shoot down a couple of Scroungers just so I can pick up raccoon bits.
I JUST SHOT DOWN A PIGEON IN FLIGHT AND THEREFORE WIN AT EVERYTHING.
Right. CAMPFIRE. I-- Oh, fuck, Oseram lady in trouble. Die, Bristleback.
Now campfire? "I could use help rescuing my friend--" Oh for fuck's sake. And while I feel for Aloy being a bit iffy about being called Saviour ... c'mon. Titles spread farther and faster than names.
Right, I know, explosions, but CAMPFIRE. ERRAND. SHIT TO DO. Then I will go explore ruins and investigate explosions and ignore every bit of "Hey, look at how you could kill this thing in really flashy ways" in favour of "precision shots from hiding". Also spend that skill point. No one will be surprised to hear that I'm mostly through the Infiltration tree. I know what I like.
So now I take a break and head off to the corner shop. If nothing else, it's a beautiful day - sunny and warmish and a reminder that hey, April is coming up in just a few days. I'm good with this.
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My holiday (Chapter 1)
Characters: Hidden Male Character x Yume Shinjo
Category: Miniseries
Words count: 1391
P/s: This is my first story I have ever did about Toku girls (of course with some additional I've recently added to it today). Please enjoy it as a replacement and I will be back with my main projects soon! Thank you so much for that!
I am the director of an estate company, which is very influential in the Japanese land investment world, and thanks to that, I get a lot of attention for girls, especially actresses and singers, and of course all the girls who are now officially my wife are actresses, especially from the Tokusatsu series - the birthplace of the Gravure model treasure famous throughout the country. And just like any other normal human being, I also need to take the holidays for myself to recharge. Today is my 2nd day of rest in this long holiday, each day is literally not related to anything work-related. Especially when staying with me during this holiday is Yume Shinjo - one of my favourite wives, a true sex machine. But if the whole day was just sex, it would be boring (actually for her only and I absolutely want to be at home and fill up inside her all day long). So to start a new day after having a passionate night of love, both of us decided to go to the mall to shop and see the scenery.
Yume and I are still standing on the balcony of a fairly high floor in this shopping center right in the heart of Tokyo, but on the occasion of winter with a beautiful sunny day, we decided to go out and she wanted to dress modestly so I can take some beautiful pictures to post on Instagram. But because I just did a few rounds all night with her yesterday, this morning we were both a bit tired. But this morning she was still pretty enough to smile when taking pictures. The air at the high altitude is fresh, but what always makes me want to see the most is her body. Her big and tight butt kept my dick working all night long, the feeling when the succulent skin from her butt stuck to my groin made me want to do it. forever, also those full breasts, no wonder why she always calls me baby, I can suck them all day without having to take them off even though she still has no milk in her breasts. Back to the present, she's wearing a pink sweater, but it's tight enough for her breasts to rise above the shirt, the bottom has nothing to see since the dress is covered all of them, along with high heels. But just those breasts are enough, just when Yume was still enjoying the air, I came right behind her, hugged her tightly, and still did not forget to squeeze her breasts.
"What's wrong? Aren't you hungry yet?" - she said, looked at me and smiled
"Yeah! Yesterday, I still didn't eat enough!" - nothing is enough when eating her
“But we’re in public! We should go home and you can do whatever you want!" - she said and gave me a kiss
"That's what I wanna hear"
So we decided to go home after finishing the photo work. And as she took off her high heels, Yume slowly began to pull down her skirt to reveal her white panties with her toned butt. Then continue with the pink sweater, today she is wearing a loose white bra, so today my work seems to be reduced quite a bit. I was just waiting for that to come straight up from behind, pick her up and throw her straight on the sofa. We started with gentle kisses, then gradually moved on to sucking each other's lips. The kisses continued to become more intense, making her also begin to find it difficult to breathe, feeling that it was not enough, I reached down to that wet place and stroked the outside of that panty, making her moan every time in her throat. Eating her lips clean, I moved down to that sweet neck area and left a few light hickey marks on it, enough for no one to notice the next day if she were to perform. And then with just two fingers, I tugged her bra down. The bra just slid down and released her breasts full of life. The two newly released soft nipples bounced back and forth and the scene made me very excited, those nipples are small but on those breasts, they are perfect. I didn't wait any longer, but went ahead to suckle, cach sucking on those nipples made her moan with joy while one of my hands was squeezing hard on the other breast, occasionally tightening the other nipple, in then the other hand went inside the panties and started using 2 fingers to stab her pussy
“Aahhh. ..kimochi...aaahhh..suck the other side too..aaahhh"
I kept sucking on both breasts continuously as if they had milk. My fingers down there work faster and harder
“Ahhh..faster please...aahhh...I'm out...aaahhh”
And then when I inserted a third finger into it, a stream of milky white water flowed out, soaking her underwear.
"Let me go down and clean it up." - I said
"Yes, please” - She said while still breathing
Then I let go of her breasts regretfully, but going down and seeing her wet panties, I took it off right away and then met my eyes with a wet and still wet pussy. so many solutions to that pleasure. I buried my face and started licking her pussy, the moment my tongue touched that tender skin, her whole body shivered and her whole body swelled in pleasure.
"aahhh...that’s right...aahhh...suck it up...aaahhh”
"As you wish” - That’s what I’m waiting
My tongue began to penetrate inside, going through every nook and cranny and licking every spot. Every time I sucked on her part, she moaned in satisfaction, as if begging me to do more. Her thighs kept clamping my head, but that stimulated my desire even more because the skin on her thighs was so soft and succulent, I had to leave that wet place many times just to suck on her thighs a few times, her grip makes me feel like I'm surrounded by really soft pillows.
"Aahh... more honey...I'm coming...aaahhh”
Her words of encouragement seemed to motivate me to use more force and suck hard on her cunt.
“Aahhh...I'm out...I'm out...AAAHHH"
That scream was accompanied by a stream of water that shot straight into my mouth, I swallowed them all but could not help but rub by the delicious taste of the water.
"You already shot at me, now it's your turn to shoot at you again" - I looked at her cunt and couldn’t hold my dick anymore
Then I took off my pants, my dick was already as hard as ever and just waiting to get inside her. I was lying on top of her shoving my dick into her cunt just like there was an eternal lubricant. I began to push her slowly, and still slowly increasing the speed, she moaned in pleasure after each thrust ny lower body was attacking hers.
"Aahhh...kimochii....aahhh...don't stop honey...aahhh” - she kept moaning nonstop
“Aahhh..I’m going to cum too...I'm going to cum...aahhh” - I also cannot stop moaning alongside hers
"Shoot it, please..AAAHHH" - she screamed in pleasure
After about 30 minutes of bouncing up and down, I finally got my first full load on her. But pushing the hole in the front wasn't enough, the best place to fire the bullets - her ass wasn't even there yet. So I turned her over and raised her hips, even though her upper body was tired and no longer wanted to work, that kneeling position naturally helped her buttocks expand in an extraordinary way, and not there's no reason why I would refuse it, I shoved the still wet dick with sperm on it into the narrow gap between her two peaches and locked it with the sImooth skin of her buttock area into me. We went on to play a few more rounds of Doggy, and it's true that with that wonderful butt no matter how long it takes, because just a few slaps while pushing and looking at the way it bounces is not enough. Any limit is enough for it at all. But when my strength was exhausted, I also gradually passed out on the back of the girl who had been moaning for the past hour.
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i'm a little surprised she didn't want to stay with em and bagi at least. also i thought she might be more hesitant about calling people out after yesterday but i guess it's good they thought he was normal enough that she could be herself. that probably won't have repercussions later, right?
I think she didn’t really hear the part about Bagi and Em, answering about Phil. Plus, tbf, Sunny decides to go to sleep most of the times anyway, she rarely stays up.
And I think she came to a conclusion that today Tubbo was normal enough, I mean, he did not actually attack Richas more than they would usually (I know people look sus at Tubbo hitting Richas with a sword for some jokes, but they constantly hit each other, including with swords, before that as well, so). It’s a fair conclusion on her part, especially because she is a kid who really loves their dad.
But it very much might bring repercussions later ;)
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holiday girlfriend; semi eita
chapter seven
- for papa
day 3
“let me guess, today is couples jewellery making?” you rolled your eyes as you strolled through your sunny town in a frilly sundress.
“uh…” semi replied, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
“oh my god, you are so predictable!” you laughed while jokingly hitting his arm.
“am i predicable or do you just know me too well?” semi winked, putting his arm around you as he pulled your body closer to his.
“i know you thought that was the shit.” you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of you with a pout present on your face.
“baby, you know i am the shit. let’s quickly get to the place because i’m sweating buckets in this hoodie and beanie.” semi carefully quickened his pace, being mindful of the fact you were pregnant and your feet were swollen. (he was forced to massage them yesterday)
before both of you can even register it, you were at the jewellery making store. it was small but very homely, it has beautiful trinkets hanging from the ceiling which shone brightly in the sun, causing a kaleidoscope of colours to brighten the room.
“are you couple number 23?” the man at the desk asked, a smile that widened upon your appearance painted on his face.
“yes, here’s my ticket.” semi pulled out his phone and showed him.
“right this way.” the man nodded, leading you to a table with an assortment of beads, charms and any other accessories needed to make beautiful sets of jewellery.
“wait, is this real gold?” you asked semi, looking at gold section of charms in the large bowl.
“of course, i need to spoil my future wife.” semi smiled, sitting down across from you while you rolled your eyes playfully.
you took your seat and started fiddling with all the beads in front of you, for some reason anytime you’re around semi, your creative juices just don’t flow.
‘i know what else flows when im around him-‘
“let’s make one for each other!” semi announced excitedly.
“oh- um yeah sure.” you cleared your throat as your inappropriate thoughts were disrupted. semi gave you a confused look but shook his head and picked up his thread to get started.
“so in two days, you’ll be leaving. how do you feel about that?” semi asked. he knew that it was a rocky subject but he just wanted to make sure you actually wanted to leave. despite his shameless begging that got him here, he would hate to take you from a place you call home.
“i don’t know, i guess im just… neutral. i want to be more upset about it but i truly am just leaving nothing behind. sure, i had memories but most of them consisted of me being alone. im nervous about starting over in japan but i am happy because i get to have a fresh start with someone that i trust. so thanks… i guess.” you admitted bashfully.
“aw sweetheart, you trust me again?” semi asked with doe eyes.
“just barely so don’t get too happy. but i guess i trust you enough to be around me for a few hours a day.” you scoffed, fiddling around with the beads.
“you’re a liar, we literally sleep in the same bed.” semi laughed.
“by circumstance! not be choice.” you huffed.
“ok honey.” semi smiled.
“start making your bracelet!” semi reminded you, his bracket was already half way finished.
“what the- how the hell did you do so much already?” you asked confused.
“i… actually don’t know. anytime im around you i always get really creative. like, i literally just made a new song in my head.” semi chuckled, glancing at your face.
“lucky you, for me it’s the opposite. i get so distracted by your pretty face and voice that my mind- never mind im talking way to much.” you stopped yourself as you realised you were going down a root you did not want to go down.
“wait, hold up, finish what you were saying!” semi cheekily asked, his smile widening.
“nope.”
“come on! please, for me?”
“nope.”
“do it for papa!”
“ain’t no- hell no!”
“y/nnnnn”
“ugh oh my god! i was gonna say that my mind starts thinking about not very… PG things.” you blurted out, annoyed by his persistent begging.
it remained silent for a bit before semi’s laughter could be heard, his cheeks slightly flushed and his ego boosted.
“so, you think i’m sexy?” semi looked at you suggestively, urging you to roll your eyes in response.
“i knew i shouldn’t have said anything.” you sighed.
“no, this is good! that way, i know that we are on the same page.” semi replied.
“what do you mean?” you questioned.
“that, if the situation is fitting, we would fuck each other.” semi smirked.
your eyes widened as semi continued intense eye contract.
“you want to fuck me? while i look like this?” you question, pregnant you wasn’t exactly a supermodel. plus, you were feeling a little insecure about how you look, you couldn’t really imagine getting it on him someone as attractive as semi in this state.
“fuck yes, pregnant you is sooo sexy. you’ve always been hot but damn, for some reason, pregnant you has just been making me feral. been hard the majority day!” semi explains.
you stared at him wide eyed, what the hell is this boy talking about? you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t boost your confidence as well as made you even more interested in having sex, but that’s just an outlandish thing to say in public, you thought.
“i have no words for you.” you say in faux disgust, trying to hide you smile.
“you say that but your smiling right now.” semi laughed as he pointed to your lips.
“don’t worry, i’m not expecting anything to happen between us. just saying that im so fucking down any day of the week to just fuck more of my kids into you.” semi mentioned as he remains holding eye contact with you. causing a familiar feeling to swirl in your stomach and… other regions.
“eita, you’re unbelievable.” you laughed.
“don’t blame me, blame science and shit.” semi replied.
to be fair, he was right. mens sex drive usually skyrocketed during their spouses pregnancy, some say the fact that their partner has their baby in them just sends them haywire.
“ok i think i just finished one, what do you think?” semi lifted up a bracelet that was beautifully made, it was draped in gold and black which definitely complimented your skin. there was little charms and the letters ‘S E’ were put on the bracelet, you rolled your eyes mentally at his initials but still appreciated it.
“so?” semi asked teasingly.
“it’s so pretty, put it on me!” you squealed, to which he giggled to. the idea that something he made makes you this happy sends him into overdrive.
semi tied the bracelet onto your arm, his fingertips constantly grazing you softly, reminding you how freakishly soft his hands were.
“there!” he says.
you put your arm in the sunlight, allowing the beads and charms to reflect light and glisten quite romantically.
“now you need to make your one!” semi scolded you.
“ok, yes sorry!” you answered, trying to think of what colours to use while he already got started on his second one. you truly did envy his artistic talents.
after a while of fiddling with the beads, semi’s sexual innuendos and multiple eye rolls, you had finally produced a bracelet that you (might) think he will love.
“ok, i think i’ve made the perfect bracelet for my husband.” you giggled.
“oh? i’m your husband now?” semi smirked.
“you’ve been telling every store we’ve been to that we are married, might as well fit into the roll.” you winked.
“anyways, here it is!” you excitedly raised the bracelet, one that had white a silver on it with letters that spelt ‘amaya’ on it.
semi looked at it confusingly for a second, who the hell was amaya? but then it clicked, that was a girls name, his girls name.
“i know we have never spoken about baby names, but i’ve kinda been thinking about it. it came to me in a dream and it would roll nice off the tongue, ya know?” you bashfully explained, stretching your hands out to tie the bracelet on his wrist.
“baby, honey, dearest, i love it.” semi smiled, a gentle and warm smile.
you giggled as you tightened the bracelet onto his wrist.
“i thought this would be more…”
“fun? yeah, no offence to this place but it’s kinda boring.” you whispered to semi.
“yeah…” he sighed, looking slightly disappointed.
“hey, it’s ok. i still had a lot of fun, anywhere i go with you is fun.” you comforted, caressing his hand that laid on the table.
semi paused his movements and looked at you with a smirk, looking you up and down suggestive before giggling childishly.
“you like me.” semi giggles in a singsong tune, a warm blush enveloping his face.
“and this is why i never say anything nice to you.” you rolled your eyes, still caressing his soft hands, not realising that he was trying to grab hold of your hand.
you didn’t fight it and allowed him to hold your hand. you both avoided eye contact, silently enjoying the feeling of holding hands as if you were teenage lovers.
yeah, you probably did like him and maybe you always have.
#authors#haikyuu#haikyuu x you#hq x reader#black reader#haikyuu semi#haikyuu x black reader#pregnancy#semi eita#semi eita x reader
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Cruel Summer
Chapter 5: Pay for Arrogance
Word count: 2.9k
You were pulled away from your sleep by the feeling of pressure crawling up the bed. You were laying on your stomach with your arms wrapped around the soft pillow. Mindlessly you buried your face in the pillow when you heard the very loud purring coming from your cat, Bandit. Bandit was walking up the bed until she got to your head. You felt her fluffy white fur against your head then the vibrations of her purring in your ear as she lowered her face to your ear. Then she had to audacity to let out the loudest most irritated yowl directly into your eardrum.
“I swear to God cat, if it’s before five I’m chucking you in the pond. I swear to f-ugh-k,” you muttered tiredly with a hint of bitterness. You felt Bandit begin to groom your hair, making her way from the ends to the roots and eventually your scalp. She mainly worked around your ear, sending you back into a lulled sleepy state. But it didn’t last long since your sociopathic cat decided that licking you wasn’t getting her food, so she decided to try biting your ear instead.
You groaned and pushed Bandit away so she couldn’t bite you again. Your eyes shot open to the sunny bedroom, a massive difference from yesterday’s cloudy day. Your gaze immediately found Bandit; you pushed her away with one hand and hoisted yourself up with the other. But she was just as persistent, swatting and batting at your hand impatiently.
“Argh, what the actual Hell?!” You exclaimed as you tried to fight off your feral hungry lioness of a house cat. She was persistently meowing at you.
“I hear you!” You quietly shouted at the cat. Bandit merely missed louder and more assertively. “–I’m up for the love of God, stop!” You groaned. The white furred cat pranced around the bed when you sat up, flexing and relaxing your back as you stretched away the night’s sleep. You yawned, rubbing your eyes. Usually you don’t do well with overnights in a new place. It normally takes a day or two for you to get back to your regular sleeping patterns. So to say you didn’t get much sleep last night would be an understatement. With everything that happened yesterday, it’s no wonder you didn’t sleep well.
You looked at your Fitbit watch to check the time; ‘5:15’. You narrowed your gaze at the drama queen at the end of your bed begging for food at five in the morning like she didn’t eat less than twelve hours ago.
“Today’s your lucky day, B. You’re not taking a pond bath but just barely,” you said with a very stereotypical American accent before making finger guns at Bandit. The annoyed looking cat just stared at you, judging you intensely. Shamefully, you lowered your finger guns. You sighed heavily and tossed the quilt off yourself before getting out of bed. It was far too hot for a quilt anyways. It was too hot for clothes last night. Which is why you woke up in your psychedelic “maple leaf” panties and your black bralette. You kept your hair up in a bonnet since it was prone to breaking, which kept your head nice and cool.
“Are you hungry?” You asked Bandit with a straight face. Bandit’s head tilted at the word food and she meowed extremely enthusiastically in response.
“Okay, let’s get you some food,” you groaned as you rolled out of bed and grabbed your phone off the nightstand. Bandit hopped off the bed and made a mad dash to the kitchen, leaving you in her dust. You quickly threw on an oversized military green graphic tee. You didn’t want to put on a shirt but knowing your mum she’s gonna want to “do the FaceTimes” at some point and if you don’t put a shirt on she’ll be pissed. You don’t understand why, your mum did some underwear modeling in the late nineties, early two-thousands.
The house was beginning to shine with morning light, flushing the shadows away for another day. The house was cool from the night but the residual heat from yesterday made it comfortably cool. You didn’t even need your housecoat; you were perfectly comfortable wearing your underwear. Besides, nobody’s gonna see you, so who cares?
You peered into both the living room and the study on your way to the kitchen. Bandit was still yowling at your feet. You paused at the mouth of the kitchen, your mind replaying the events of last night. You can’t explain it any other way besides someone came in the house last night when you weren’t looking. That’s not a very comforting thought to have. You were 100% sure you locked every door last night; unless they came in through a window or something.
You sighed heavily, raking your fingers through your hair. You made the mental note to go to the locksmith today to get the locks changed.
You frowned to yourself, adding yet another thing to your to-do list as you wandered over to the stove. You turned the gas stove on and placed the half filled kettle over the flame. You set your phone down on the counter as you gathered the things you needed to make a coffee and put them in a mug together. Luckily, it was just coffee and French vanilla coffee mate creamer you bought off Amazon. The persistent cat at your feet meowed annoyedly.
“Yes, yes, I’m getting your breakfast, take a chill pill,” you muttered at Bandit, who was still meowing like her life depended on it. You grabbed a tea plate from the cupboard and one of the cans of cat food you left on the counter yesterday, and emptied half the can of food onto the plate. You carefully guided Bandit away from the counter towards the wall you set up her food and water bowls. The cat seized meowing once her face was full of food.
You stared at the purring cat and shook your head at her. Bandit, much like other cats, likes food. It doesn’t matter what kind. If it’s edible, she’ll eat it. And even if it’s not edible, she’ll still try to eat it.
The kettle began to whistle, pulling you back to the stove. You switched the stove off, grabbed a tea towel and lifted the steaming hot kettle off the burner. You poured the boiling hot water into your mug; combining everything into a warm blanket hugging you in the psych ward of life. Just perfect.
The first sip of coffee was divine; a tad painful but absolutely worth it. You sighed blissfully, your eyes closing as you drifted away on a caffeine cloud. You were rudely yanked out of that lovely state of bliss when Bandit let out the loudest, most pathetic yowl. Your eyes shot open and laser focused on the fluffy white cat trotting up to you, begging for more food.
“You just ate! I’m not giving you more!” You exclaimed. Bandit yowled loudly again, still begging for more food. “–You insatiable fiend. I swear to God you nuke my bank account every shopping day. You need to be put on a diet you woolly mammoth polar bear lookin eggplant,” you swore at your cat as she begged at your feet.
“No.” Meow.
“Absolutely not.” Meow, meow, meow.
“Do not talk to your mother that way young lady,” you tutted as you turned to face your extremely vocal cat. You popped your hip out as you put your hands on your hips, giving you cat the deathly mom stare. Bandit meowed quietly before trucking off out of the kitchen. You pressed your lips together and sighed before turning your attention to your phone.
You hopped up onto the counter and sat pretzel legged with your coffee in one hand and your phone in the other. You found your mum was awake most of the night, either texting you or tagging you in things she sees on FaceBook. Your parents are very much early birds whereas you’re a night owl. When you were working nights there were only two times you could actually talk with your mum during the day; when you go to bed and she gets up, and when she goes to bed and you wake up. So she’d be awake right now getting ready for work.
You pulled up her contact and hit call before putting the phone to your ear. It rang once:
“Jesus, Mary and Joesph, Evelyn! For a girl glued to her phone you sure didn’t answer my messages,” your mum claimed boldly, sounding annoyed and worried. Again, this is the furthest you’ve ever been away from her. She didn’t even let you go on a school trip to France for a week for drama class.
“I was asleep!” You cried in defense.
“For nineteen hours?” Mum sassily interrogated you. Your eyebrows knitted together in disbelief. It hasn’t been nineteen hours, has it? You quickly check the time on your phone and confirm it was half past five in the MORNING.
“Excuse me, I did not sleep nineteen hours. I slept from ten o’clock last night to quarter past five this morning. That is seven hours, thank you very much,” you sassed back. You heard your mum sigh heavily when she realized you were right.
“Why are you giving me so much sass today?” Mum asked in a huff. Your eyes widened in disbelief as you stared at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. An empty fruit bowl sat there collecting dust.
“I literally just woke up!” You proclaimed passionately. The line went dead quiet, you heard your mum curse to herself, asking herself what time it was. She quickly did the math. It was obvious to you that your mum took one of her heavy duty anti anxiety pills. She gets like this sometimes. Actually she only does this when you go away; one day you went to a new shopping centre with your friends across London and your mum had to take one of her anti anxiety medications to help calm down.
You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose.
“Besides, who answers the phone like that?!” You exclaimed playfully then mocked the way your mother answered the phone. You and your mum can joke about things like her attachment issues or your daddy issues, it’s not a big deal to either of you.
“I just miss you is all,” mum said honestly. You could hear in her voice she was on the verge of breaking down over the phone. You frowned into your coffee and sighed.
“A little distance makes the heart grow fonder,” you countered with the age old quote. Your mum chuckled through her tears.
“Yeah it does,” she giggled.
“How ‘bout this; you and Adam can come down for a few days once I get the guest bedroom in order,”
“–Oh! How ‘bout Adam and I come and help you do the guest bedroom. It’ll be like the old days.” You closed your eyes in frustration and tilted your head back. You wanted your mum to be a witness to everything she and your dad, and Adam have taught you about home renovations; you didn’t want her to actively be a part of this project. You have the funds now to actually mean business.
“Anyways I have questions about this hotel business adventure you’re embarking on.” Oh no. You inhaled deeply, keeping your head tilted back.
“Lay it on me,” you commented through strained breath. You heard your mum take a deep breath, as if getting ready to lay it on you and lay it thick.
“Where do you plan on living? You’re turning the mansion into a hotel which means you’re not gonna be living there. How do you plan on running a business if you live two hours away? You’re gonna need employees at some point, how do you plan on going about this? Will the business be paying these employees or are you gonna pay them out of pocket?” You were right, your mum did lay it on thick.
You mentally groaned.
“Mum, when I said lay it on me I didn’t mean seven layer dip me. It’s my first day here, I’m still figuring things out and ironing out the details. Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” you reassured her in an assertive way. You turned your attention away from your cup of coffee to look around the kitchen. Your eyebrows fell together when your gaze landed on Bandit. She was standing, facing a wall. She kept tilting her head from side to side as if she was hearing something you couldn’t.
‘It’s probably just a mouse in the walls,’ you thought, brushing your cat’s odd behavior off. Your mum was busy sounding off her concerns; you heard her voice but not what she was saying. Your mum had a lot of concerns. And you could do nothing but sit there and let her talk out her fears. You occasionally would check the time. 5:30 passed, 5:45 passed, 6:05 passed. Your mum was babbling on about anything and everything in hopes to calm her nerves. And you let her. You listened to her, providing input once in a while and finished your coffee.
Then all of a sudden, there was a massive thud that rang through the house. You damn near jumped out of your own skin. You even screamed a little.
“What?!” Your mum exclaimed. Your breathing was fast, shallow and shaky. You placed a hand over your racing heart.
“Something just fell,” you explained once your brain had a moment to actually think.
“Oh hunny, it’s an old house. I’m sure those shelves have seen better days,” she told you gently. You could hear the nothing smile on her face. You were prone to believe her until another noise filled the silence of the house.
“Mum, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you tonight,” you told her, not even waiting for her response before you hung up the phone. You hopped down from the counter as you cautiously made your way through the kitchen towards the foyer.
“Hello?!” You called out hesitantly. You heard the bell from Bandit’s collar jingling up to you. You looked down at her, she stopped by your side, her green eyes beaming up at you as if asking what was going on.
You warily side stepped through the brightly lit foyer and peered into the living room, no one was there. You tiptoed to the mouth of the study and peeked in. Your blood ran cold and every hair on your body stood on end. The morning sun made the study’s dark wooden architecture that much more Victorian. You’ve always loved the architecture of Heelshire; you believed it was like being in a castle. But what you saw in that study that bright and sunny morning tarnished belief.
Open on your grandfather’s neat desk was a photo album. You knew for a fact that, that album wasn’t there when you came down stairs twenty minutes ago. You distinctly remember nothing being open on your grandfather’s desk.
Carefully, you tiptoed towards the desk, looking around for an intruder. The only explanation you had that was logical was that someone broke in. That did not sit well with you.
Your eyebrows rutted together when you looked at the scrapbook and saw pictures of yourself on a bubblegum pink page with your nickname ‘Evie’ spelled out in glittery 3D letters. It looked like a child made this page.
You smiled weakly at the page. It was almost like a collage of pictures of you with post-it notes of facts and stickers scattered around the colorful page. Mindlessly, you traced your fingertips over the page. You felt warm and fuzzy inside as you thought your grandparents probably made this for you, or at least to remember you by. But it didn’t take away from the nervousness you felt about the odd happenings around the mansion.
You sighed heavily, closing the scrapbook and taking it back to the shelves that lined the walls.
“Evie!” A young boy’s voice rang through the quiet house causing you to physically jump, dropping the scrapbook to your feet. You spun around and frantically glanced around, trying to find the source of that noise. But you couldn’t find one. It sounded like it came from either this room or the dinning room, which were conjoined with only a pair of wooden sliding double doors to part the rooms.
You squinted your eyes as you peered into the dinning room from your spot by the bookshelf, leaning as far back as you could in order to get a good look in the bright room. The morning sun did a brilliant job of driving away shadows so you could see pretty much everything in that room. There was no one there; not a trace, not a crumb, not even a morsel of a person could be found.
For a second you thought you were hearing things but then you watched as Bandit trotted through the study into the dinning room which is where you heard your name being called. You cocked an eyebrow curiously as your dumbass of a cat debunked your insanity plea. Which only made the situation worse because that was someone calling your name from somewhere in the house when you’re meant to be here alone.
You rushed back into the kitchen to the island. A napkin was sitting on the counter with the phone number you needed written in sloppy black pen. You quickly dialed the number and held the mobile to your ear. It rang and rang, and rang.
“Hello?” The groggy voice greeted.
“Hey, it’s Evelyn. There’s someone in the house,” you cut to the chase.
“I’m on my way.”
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Today was good. Much better than yesterday (not that yesterday was "bad" it was just rough).
In less than 24 hours, from overnight Tuesday into Wednesday afternoon we got around 3 feet of snow. It was a lot. My husband wasn't home, so I was handling this on my own. (We knew he wouldn't be here, he was away on business).
I woke up Wed morning to it snowing hard and seeing how much we'd gotten just overnight was already quite shocking. The first thing that happened was our furnace (central heat) was acting weird, and didn't sound right. I checked the thermostat and the temperature in the house was lower than it should be. Well crap. So I turned the heat off but the furnace was still making a weird noise (as if it was starting to come on) - that should have stopped when I turned the heat off.
So I geared up in my snow gear and snow shoes to walk outside to check the intake and exhaust vents of the furnace to make sure they weren't blocked by the snow. Even with the snow shoes it was difficult walking in the snow and I was still sinking down just a little bit. Where the vents are is a very deep snowdrift as it's in a corner of the of the house where 2 exterior walls meet. If I had to guess the snowdrift is between 8 and 10 feet tall so I was really worried about sinking deep down (I did have my phone on me). The vents were not technically blocked but there was a lot of snow and it was getting very close to blocking them, so I still shoveled a bunch of the snow away so it wouldn't become blocked. (I had carried the shovel with me obviously when walking to the vents). Back inside I go and it's still not right. So I turned off the furnace at the switch inside, and left if off for about an hour. The house wasn't too cold yet, and I do have the fireplace, and space heaters if I needed them. So after the hour I turned everything back on and it's been working fine since. Clearly we will need the furnace looked at but at least it's working now (the furnace was maintenanced 2 years ago).
I had kept all the curtains and blinds/shades closed to keep as much of the cold out as possible. But I realized that looking out at the snow falling was not a good idea. At one point it was falling so hard you could see the snow level quickly getting higher and for a few minutes I feared I was actually going to get trapped in the house. But I reassured myself that it would be fine even if that did happen - I had food, water, heat etc. I was fine.
I had to reassure myself a few times yesterday. But the fact that I was able to do that is growth - yay! The snow stopped in the afternoon and the sun came out briefly which did help a little. Then it started snowing again and by this morning we'd gotten just another couple of inches.
Today was sunny and beautiful and no new snow. I was able to clear off the deck almost completely, I started a path from the stairs of the deck to the driveway. And I went next door and helped my neighbor shovel her driveway. Our driveway is getting plowed out by a neighbor with a Tomcat tomorrow (we scheduled it a couple of days ago and he said he'd be able to do it on Friday). So I haven't bothered with doing any of our driveway. Once he clears the driveway I can finish the path from the stairs.
So I feel accomplished, I was productive, I got a good start on clearing snow, and I managed to get through a rough day without freaking out (yesterday). The sun today, and helping (and laughing with) my neighbor was so helpful to my mental health and I'm grateful.
I also learned that the joke of "It's fine, everything's fine, I'm FINE." is actually really helpful to repeat to myself. Even if it starts out as a joke because eventually my brain realizes it's true and that I WILL be fine.
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Day 12 still isn’t done but I did write today. It‘s a little more than 2k words by now and we are now getting to the big finale/the very best part.
I had/have something planned for day 14 (suits/uniforms) planned as well, that will inevitably be late now too. Can’t change that tho so I shouldn’t let it get to me
Day 14 is gonna be Rora loosing her mind over Cirrus in her prequelle stage outfit
I got inspired by the tags Crow left on Corey‘s drawing today, and drew Sunshine with her cock visible against the dress she’s wearing. It’s not as much as I had planned, definitely doesn’t look like more than half hard (probably just a little chubbed up). I still really like it tho (I think Sunny looks very good haha)
https://www.tumblr.com/sonnenflamme/731188544647921664/inspired-by-forlorn-crows-s-tags-on-coreys
If you wanna see it ^^
I Hope the writing spirits were kind to you yesterday!
My Day 12 isn't done either, so no worries. We're in this together haha.
And god I love your Sunny! She's so so pretty, and her bulge is..hjasfhsadkjfhsad.
I'm hoping the writing spirits actually show up for me today. Fingers crossed. I am sending you good writing/art vibes too.
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