#The Pi Hut

[eahsayswhat]

The sequel to Chicken Run comes out tomorrow, so this comic was made to commemorate that! And the idea of Baba Yaga's hut having an AI and a PA system was too funny for me to pass up. Raven's face could be a meme, it looks kinda like a chicken in this shot with that hairdo. And I missed this in the episode, but Maddie actually clapped for the hut while it rampaged! Gotta love a chaos gremlin.

[auutumn]

autumn court inspired by germanic folklore & fairytales, my beloved

[weareall1988]

Just wanted share if you're looking to get some discounted pizza or pie today for National Pi Day.

[andersunmenschlich]

The List:

1. I just don't think your furniture would look good in my apartment.

2. I want a partner who likes long walks and cuddling and giving me kisses and now that I'm saying that I think I'm just describing a dog.

3. I need to spend more time with my pet tarantula and on an unrelated note I never learned how to love.

4. You ate all my cheese sticks and didn't offer to replace them.

5. You know too much about stuffed crust for your own good.

6. I just don't see a future with someone who uses 3-in-1 shampoo.

7. We want different things. For example, I want someone else, and you want me.

8. I have been reborn as a mighty falcon and now I must migrate south for the winter.

9. I'm moving to the forest to start a new family amongst the squirrels.

10. I need to focus on my career in making amateur colored pencil drawings of celebrities from the early 2000s.

11. My closet's not big enough for both of us.

12. The president called and he needs my help with president stuff.

13. I've fallen in love with an extraterrestrial despite our cultural differences and the fact that they're a human-sized lizard covered in goo.

14. I can't tell if you're joking about not believing in the moon landing.

15. My dog doesn't like you.

16. I'm just not ready to share a bathroom with you.

17. I don't want to be with you but I'd still like the right to call you if there's a spider in my house.

18. I don't think you're emotionally prepared to be a step-parent to my fiddle leaf fig.

19. I'm in a coma and only woke up for a moment to send you this message.

20. I need time to figure out who I am after the loss of my favorite sunglasses.

21. I'm looking to settle down with someone who owns more than two forks.

22. I'm the heir to a throne of a faraway land and I must go save my kingdom from impending evil.

23. My favorite TV characters broke up and I will never believe in love again.

24. I have a rare disease where I can't respond to your texts anymore.

25. I know you're just using me to reach high stuff in your apartment.

26. I really didn't want to have to buy you a Valentine's gift.

Okay. So. Pizza Hut has a bonkers Valentine's Day PR stunt called "goodbye pies" where you can send someone a pizza to break up with them.

Sure. Fine. Capitalists gonna capitalism. Whatever.

BUT!

The website they created for the whole thing has a breakup excuse generator? And some of these things are actually funny.

We want different things. For example, I want someone else, and you want me.

I need to spend more time with my pet tarantula, and on an unrelated note I never learned how to love.

I know you're just using me to reach high stuff in your apartment.

So yeah, if anyone's writing break up stories for Valentine's Day, here are some free prompts?

Please note: the font on that website is horrendous, so I recommend making use of the accessibility features.

[miss-floral-thief]

Bro got piensomguess I’ll heat up a lucid

[updateusanews]

National Pi Day: Get deals, freebies at Blaze Pizza, Cicis, Perkins, Marco's Pizza, more

March 14 is commonly referred to as Pi Day, a day that aims to celebrate the ratio of the circumference of a circle.

The number is known as 3.14 or π and can actually go on forever. The most accurate value for Pi, according to Guinness World Records, is more than 62 trillion digits (62,831,853,071,796 to be precise), calculated in August 2021 by the University of Applied Sciences in Switzerland.

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[usaupdatenewsblog]

National Pi Day: Get deals, freebies at Blaze Pizza, Cicis, Perkins, Marco's Pizza, more

March 14 is commonly referred to as Pi Day, a day that aims to celebrate the ratio of the circumference of a circle.

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[hauntedbirdfox]

National Pi Day: Get deals, freebies at Blaze Pizza, Cicis, Perkins, Marco's Pizza, more

March 14 is commonly referred to as Pi Day, a day that aims to celebrate the ratio of the circumference of a circle.

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[hang-on-lil-tomato]

we live in a stupid timeline…

[world-of-wales]

THE 'DUCHY DAY' WITH THE 25TH DUKE OF CORNWALL! [2/2]

The continuation of Telegraph's exclusive Duchy Day with The Prince of Wales (Duke of Cornwall) :

DOWN TO BUISNESS

At its Bath office, William says with approval that the Duchy serves as a “glue” to bring charities, local authorities and government departments together, to make things happen.

There are a few small tasks to do: signing the certificate for the Prince of Wales Award at the upcoming Devon County Show, and taking a new team photo. “Let’s whizz round and say hello,” he decides, nipping into each of the offices to catch up with the staff he already knows and welcome the new starters.

In each one, he asks for feedback – a quick-fire fact-finding mission from the people who get out and about directly with local farmers.

He tells them it is “crucial” they feel they can always ask him questions too. “In kind of modernising and reforming a bit, there’s always going to be some changes,” he says, in relation to an upcoming office move. “We need to make sure it’s gentle and considerate.”

Of an upcoming Dartmoor meeting, which he will attend, he asks Morris to “please give [everyone] proper authority to say what’s really going on. Not being polite because I’m in the room.”

A cork board in the staff room has the orders of service for several recent Duchy tenant funerals; testament to the local relationships that see land stewards greet farmers with a hug as often as a handshake.

“It’s a family feeling,” says Sarah Bird, a land steward who has worked at the Duchy for 18 years. “The tenants care as much about us as we do about them.”

That mantra is at the centre of William’s approach. “The core part of the Duchy works on its people... what it stands for,” he explains. “The key point of the Duchy for me is about social impact. People, places and planet, those are the key things we’re working on.”

PIES AND PINTS

The Prince of Wales has inherited an estate with a solid track record of helping its farmers in practical ways. In-house experts assist them with paperwork, navigating the ever-changing legislation and reduced funding in the sector. The Duchy puts on free masterclasses from agricultural experts, and supports farms to branch out (“diversify”) into new ways to remain viable – shepherd’s huts for tourists to stay in, say.

“It’s friendly faces coming up the driveway from the Duchy,” says Heather Webb, the head of future farming.

But Prince William is painfully aware, having spent years talking about mental health and hearing some hard truths from farmers, of how isolating, worrying and pressured the lifestyle can be. “In the past, the farmers have been supported in farming ways, but where’s the holistic approach to their life?” he says now. “That’s what we’re trying to patch in. It’s not just, ‘How are your sheep, how is your cattle going?’ It’s not just that. It’s also, ‘How do we look after you as a community?’”

Tenants rhapsodise over “pie and pint” evenings, regular walks and small parties to get neighbours talking.

William recently became patron of the charity We Are Farming Minds, co-founded by Sam Stables, a 45-year-old farmer who once came close to ending his own life and, with his wife, has applied himself to saving others from a similar rock bottom. It now runs a 24/7 support line, and offers funding for counselling, mental health training, social meet-ups and a minibus to get people there.

The Prince “wanted to make sure that his tenants had the support through a service. He’s a family man and loves the country. They [the Duchy] are incredibly caring, they’ve been incredibly kind to us as a family.”

Stuart Rogers, a fifth-generation farmer whose family became Duchy tenants in 2000, called the focus on well-being “pretty unique, it ’s pretty progressive”.

“Farming has been hit by a lot of different things recently. Funding cuts, regulations... There’s a lot of pressure and lone working. Farmers, we carry a lot of weight. It’s funny how it takes the Duchy to get together and meet up.”

Prince William has appointed a new “family farming ambassador”, Sue Padfield, to be a roving “listening ear”.

“An excuse to drag people off the farm and have a pie and a pint together with no agenda,” as Heather Webb puts it. “As a large landowner, we have convening power.”

The Duchy is hosting more events for young farmers, with advice on facilitating tricky questions about succession and taking over the family firm, a topic with which the Prince is presumably familiar.

It is surprising, even to a royal editor, to learn how much William manages to do without the wider world noticing. He films and sends regular video messages for Duchy-related events – a river conservation meeting this month, a charity boxing night. When a tenant suggested he might be interested in the agricultural festival Groundswell, he duly popped up there.

Shortly after Queen Elizabeth II’s death, the King hosted a previously unreported private gathering at St James’s Palace for tenants, appearing tearful as he told them how some of his happiest times had been sitting at their kitchen tables. Prince William, by his side, paid tribute to his father and promised guests he was excited about his future with them.

THE DISPATCHES

It has not always been smooth sailing. At the end of last year, after this day out was first agreed, the Duchy of Cornwall and the Duchy of Lancaster (now the King’s estate) were made the focus of a Channel 4 Dispatches documentary.

There is some defensiveness about it from tenants. “Load of twaddle,” snorts one farmer I ask about it. The suggestion that the Duke or the Duchy don’t care about tenants is “really frustrating, it couldn’t be further from the truth”, says Stuart Rogers. “It’s one of the best things that could have happened to us. Would we still be dairy farming if we hadn’t been bought by the Duchy? Probably not. There’s no better landlord.”

Within the Duchy of Cornwall team, though, there is a willingness to confront it head on. Bax points out some technicalities: the financial status of the Duchy is enshrined in an Act of Parliament; it is obliged to let property at a full and fair annual rent; there are legal safeguards including that the Duke is not about to sell off the capital assets.

That said, there has been some reflection. “The Duchy needs to use that moment as an opportunity to step back and reflect on how we communicate. I don’t think we’ve communicated our mission and particularly all the brilliant work we do very well, to be honest. And as a result I think we are largely misunderstood – or have been by the public at large – in terms of why we exist and our purpose.

“And as a result there’s this extraordinary disconnect between the Dispatches view of the world and the view of the world of people who do work with the Duchy, who almost uniformly see us as a force for good in the world.”

He concludes, “What do we learn from it? The biggest thing we learn is to talk about the brilliant work we do.”

THE PLAN FOR THE FUTURE

Lunch, on Duchy days, is taken on the go – a selection of neat sandwiches and wraps for the team, with a chocolate brownie for the road. As we walk along the quiet winding road through the picturesque Newton St Loe – in the middle of the road, because there is no traffic – Matthew Morris’s wife and mother-in-law pop out of a cottage to say hello to William, who stops to pass the time of day.

The final visit is to Grow for Life, a therapeutic gardening charity that aims to help anyone with low confidence, anxiety, depression or feelings of isolation by getting their hands dirty and developing their green fingers.

Among the catmint, alliums, phacelia and forget-me-nots, as bees buzz around them, volunteers are beavering away and doing a good job of pretending they aren’t sneaking a glance at their royal visitor. “Hard at work!” William calls over, keen – with four decades of royal visits under his belt – not to miss anyone out. “I hope you get a cup of tea too.”

The agenda includes digging a bed for runner beans, planting out sweet peas and admiring the first nectarines of the year. Eleanor Carr, horticultural therapy lead, describes how the site was just brambles not long ago, and tells the Prince about the charity’s sessions bringing secondary school boys in to learn by doing. “Do you see a change in them, a difference?” William wants to know. “Is it confidence and calmness?”

The project’s work, he says, is “very professional”: “Chelsea Flower Show, here we come!”

In the orchard, where he is given a bottle of apple juice to take home, one of the gardeners shows the Prince a picture his young daughter has drawn of him on a postcard. “She’s given me more hair, so I love her for that,” says William. He tends to make at least one self-deprecating joke about his hairline with every public appearance.

As he leaves, he asks Duchy staff whether he can arrange to donate damson trees to add to the orchard. By coincidence, volunteers had been talking about getting some just that morning.

There are thank yous and handshakes all round, a wave out of the Land Rover Defender window, and the Duchy day is over.

The Prince will take the train home with his private secretary and small security detail, ready to catch up with Prince George, Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis after school.

George will one day inherit the Duchy, with his father acting as guardian if he is under 18, and will have ideas of his own.

For now, the Prince’s message is quite simple really.

“I’m trying to make sure I’m prioritising stuff that’s going to make people’s lives, living in those areas, better. This is what we’re going to do to make people’s lives in Cornwall better. That, I feel as Duke of Cornwall, is something I should be doing. It’s about responsibility, it’s about leadership, and doing what’s right on the social issues of our time.”

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/royal-family/2025/05/30/prince-william-exclusive-duchy-cornwall-bring-real-change/

[minminbunny]

Um. Can we please have more alpha hyunjin x omega reader? bc I just read your recent one and omfg 😵‍💫🫶🏻

Werewolf AU - Alpha! Hwang Hyunjin/Unpresented Gender Neutral! Reader

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"The berries look ripe this season," you whispered, picking them. You hummed, filling up your basket with different herbs and fruits, not realizing your entered the wolves territory. A loud deep growl grumbles through the forest ground. Your ears perked up at the sound, your tail puffed up with fear. "Fuck," you whispered, gripping your basket as you started to sprint. You could hear wolf paws chasing after you, "No, no, no," you whimpered, pushing yourself harder to sprint. Hyunjin growled, determined to figure out why there's a stray on their land. You kept running, not bothering to look behind. He jumped onto the tree, his speed was faster by tenfold. "Ah!" you yelped when he landed a few feet in front of you. Hyunjin pounced before you had the chance to sprint again.

Your basket fell from your grasp, the herbs and berries you picked fell back to the ground you picked them from. Hyunjin pinned you down his snout sniffling your scent gland, "Unpresented stray," he gruff, his voice threatening. You hiccuped a sob, knowing it'd be useless to fight against a full fledged wolf, "I don't mean harm. I swear. I just wanted to pick the herbs," you sniffled, pointing to the fallen basket. Hyunjin felt guilt ache his heart, "Looks like you're telling the truth," he murmured, getting off you. "My basket," you hiccuped, hoping the things you picked are still okay. Hyunjin shifted back to his human self, his body nude and exposed, "Like what you see, stray?" he chuckled, seeing you cover your face with your palms. You picked up the basket, "I'll get going now," you whispered, limping with each step. Hyunjin sighed and shifted back, "Get on, I'll bring you to the pack med," he said, bending low. You gulped, "Are you sure?" you asked, staring at him. Hyunjin nodded, "Yes," he said, sprinting back to the pack when he felt you hang on tight.

NSFW BELOW CUT

"Hyunjin, hah, ah," you gasped, pumping your fingers in and out of your slicked walls. Your scent seeped into every fabric around you. "More, please, more," you whimpered, curling your fingers to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves. Hyunjin growled when he entered the hut. Your scent filled the whole space, "Fucking hell, sweetheart. I can smell you from here," he cursed, opening your door. The lewd sounds of your slick squelched as you desperately pumped your fingers in and out of your leaky hole. The potency of your arousal spurred Hyunjin's cock rock hard, "Sweetie, sweetheart, please. Let me sink my fucking cock in you," he rasped, undressing all his clothes.

You whimpered, spreading apart your messy hole, "Need you, Jinnie," you hiccuped, your body burning with arousal. Hyunjin aligned his throbbing girthy cockhead with your hole, "You're mine," he grunted, easing his cock into your virgin hole. You sobbed at the breach, his cockhead stretched your tiny hole apart to the brim, "Alpha, alpha, too big," you cried, leaking more and more slick as your body accommodated his size. Hyunjin groaned at the searing heat engulfing his shaft, "Shh, shh. I know, sweetheart," he cooed, slowly thrusting his hips. You hiccuped with each thrust, his cock filled your hole with delicious pleasure.

Hyunjin growled, defiling your tight hole, "You're my pretty prey. All mine, little sweet," he said, thrusting slow and deep. He wanted you to feel every drag of his vein cock engrave itself within your ribbed walls. You sniffled, the love flowing between the both of you burning warmth. Hyunjin kissed away your tears, "Alpha will fuck you nice and deep, sweetheart. Then we can cuddle up like we always do, hm?" he whispered kissing your cheek. You clenched hard around his cock, "Please," you begged, submitting to him. Hyunjin smirked, "Of course, sweetheart. Anything you beg for," he said, picking up the pace as he began thrusting harder and deeper.

[butterfrogmantis]

I discovered skeleton flowers were a thing.

The idea was originally more Archie drama then I thought that was boring it's been done before you know what would be FUNNIER? Smurf with a crush on SKELLY for once.

She's insane but I love her /lh

SmurfSkeleton is, at her core, an enthusiast. Realistically, she should have swapped named with Hemlock as babies (since Hemlock was born SmurfSunflower - a name you'd think better suited to this bubbly, pinkie pie esque bundle of Smurf). However Skeleton has always liked her name despite its being perhaps the opposite of her outwards aesthetic which tends to be very cottage core; garden flowers and homely little thatched roofs with the scent of cherry pies floating through the windows are her favourite aesthetics. Her grove hut is about as frilly and feminine as you can get and she's a remarkable seamstress, second only to SmurfSilk who I still have to design lmao.

Below that chirpy, almost disney princess vibe, lies Skeleton's true passions - fanfiction, monsters, and fanfiction about monsters. Now SmurfRafflesia, the grove's local ghost is a supernatural fan of a different kind. Raff's work is focused on scientific curiosity, a genuine interest for study and the macabre. Skeleton's work is focused on how many creatures she can write into the only one bed at the hotel room trope. No one is safe from her romantic interests (except for the next gen non-smurfs obviously. She's a freak not a creep)

Everyone else is fair game though. Truly the only Smurf to ever put a Wartmonger on a hear me out cake.

Humanverse is defo an anime nerd. Monsterkissing be damned my girl can sew a great costume.

Archaeologist (c) The Smurfs

SmurfSkeleton, Skelly, and Britt's design (c) Me

[olenvasynyt]

Elain headcanons!

1. Has had a sweet tooth ever since she was little, and was one of the reasons why she started to learn how to bake. Before she turned 8, she already had 4 cavities. Puts WAYYYYY too much sugar and cream in her tea and coffee (and Lucien teases her for it)

2. Loves animals but is never good with them. Especially horses: a horse stepped on her foot accidentally one time and now she’s constantly on alert around horses (And they can definitely sense it)

3. Has high-functioning autism. Needs detailed instructions when given tasks, struggles with eye contact, and has sensory issues with loud noises and certain textures.

4. Doesn’t mind cleaning and doing chores and sometimes she enjoys it, but she HATES doing the dishes (it’s the autism. Wet food is a no). Wears cleaning gloves and an apron.

5. Has the huge collection of hats. Floppy sun hats, garden hats, beach hats, cloches, bonnets, etc. Dare I say berets? Modern headcanon: golf visors? She’s look so cute in a tennis outfit with a cute visor.

6. Takes care of her hair and spends a lot of time styling it in the morning.

7. Very adventurous, especially when she was young. Always looking for cool, unknown spots on the beach and in forests. Wanders away from the group a lot and they’ll find her at random places. Can be quite daring too: she once climbed a cliff just to pick a flower she spotted at the very top. Her sisters often remind her the infamous day of when she went wading in a neighboring lake and got a bunch of leeches or her ankles. Nesta spent almost an hour picking them off.

8. Does not like wearing heels. She’s not bad at walking in them, they’re just uncomfortable.

9. She loves bugs, and always tries to rescue a spider or moth that gets into the house. The only bug she hates are grubs and maggots (and leeches. The infamous lake memory is permanently engraved in her brain)

10. Kleptomaniac. Especially as a little kid.

11. Loves party planning. Is a huge fan of themed decorating and coordinated outfits. Has done a lot of surprise parties for her family and friends.

12. Gets cold very easily (Lucien 👀 you know what to do)

13. When she was little, she was always playing in nature. Made little moss huts for her toy dolls, pretended to be a witch a make nature potions with crushed berries, rain water, ears whatever else she could find, and would serve her sisters mud pies.

14. Has kept a diary ever since she was little

15. Her favorite party trick is being able to whistle with a blade of grass

[tohakumaru]

Bramble-berry-baby

you can also read this on my project page.

in times of old, but not so long ago that we can't recognise the stench of ourselves, in an inland valley far, far away from the sea, stood a village where everybody was happy and content. surrounded by rolling fields that had not known a poor harvest in seven centuries, they were well-known for the quality of their grains, milk, butter, and most famously, their bramble-berry-pies. what could be so special about bramble-berry-pies, you might ask? well, there was a ring of brambly hedge that grew around the village church in a perfect circle. unlike any other berries, these bushels only fruited on the coldest days of the year, best to be harvested when rooftops are white with snow, even better during a blizzard. it was said that the berries were of a glittering black like obsidian stones; when crushed, the juice spilled blood-red, so heavenly sweet it must have been blessed by the gods. the harvesting of the berries was a serious affair for the villagers: common folks were not to come near the bramble bushes throughout the year. When it is harvest time, the church would send three monks, three brothers who had been most diligent in their duties, to pick the berries and distribute them to the bakeries in woven baskets lined with linens, embroidered with little flowers of white.

in that way, despite being so far, far away inland, the village was never short of visitors: from tradesmen and caravans to stately visitors hungry for a taste of the curious pies.

then it came to be, that at the end of a very, very cold winter, on the eve of the new year when the night was dark and heavy with snow, while everyone was asleep, a young girl - the daughter of a farmhand, snuck out of her house and came to the church. she had fallen in love, you see, with a knight accompanying his lords from the capital city. with that foolish bravery of hopeless love, she decided to brave the dark, the cold and worst of all the taboo of traditions, to steal some berries to give to the knight before he left.

but when she reached for the berries, the bramble pricked her: a drop of her blood fell on the leaves, a thorn came stuck in the small finger of her right hand. as she withdrew her hand from pain, she heard the barking of a dog; and, before any berries were plucked, she had ran home from fear.

the new year came around. the knight left. pies were baked as usual in the village, but the girl found herself pregnant. this had not raised so many questions in the village, after all they were quite used to visitors coming and going. what was the trouble in another mouth to feed, when their fields were so bountiful?

on the ninth month, the girl gave birth to a baby boy. he came into the world with screaming lungs and healthy limbs that kicked and wiggled as soon as they saw light. yet his flesh was monstrous. his head thick with masses of skin connected to the body in a way  indistinguishable between the neck and the torso: to his mother's horror, he was bulbous, almost resembling a bramble berry.

the villagers, at first indignant that in their village so blessed was born a thing so ugly, became more and more malicious as the infant turned into a toddler, innocently clinging to his poor mother while she worked. his eyes blind and ears deaf to the stares and whispers that followed them. the mother shielded her child as much as she could, but before long, they had been driven out of the village, into the mountains where they built themselves a shoddy hut to call home. despite his appearance, she loved him as much as any mother loves their child, and provided to him what she could for many long years.

but one couldn't live on love alone, and bramble bushes proved to be poor fathers. when his mother became too old and tired to work, the boy, who was then a strong and capable youth, had to come to the village to find work and food. out of pity, the monks gave him chores to do, and let him take their bread. but the villagers jeered and threw stones at him. he silently put up with their cruelty, their stones and fists turning him black and blue but he never said a word nor fought back. when he came home to his mother, she beheld his wounds, wept bitterly and lamented their fate. at first, he never quite understood, but as he saw the bramble berries around the church everyday, then himself in his mother's teary eyes every night, days after days, something clicked.

all the while, as the villagers' treatment of the boy grew more and more depraved and cruel, their fields yielded less and less crops. the bramble berries too, slowly lost their sweetness and became sour, but the bakers masked this with copious amounts of sugar, and successfully tricked the yearly visitors.

one year, the king, having heard of the village's famous bramble-berry-pies from his courtiers, decided to visit the village himself. he arrived in a grand carriage and asked for the pies, which were brought to him on a golden plate. oh, how he was disappointed! the sugared pies could fool anyone but him who is accustomed to only the best! enraged at the villagers' schemes, he demanded, that if he wasn't given the pie of the taste he had been promised, everyone in the village would lose the heads.

it so happened that the boy was there that day. having been given no work or food, only a savage beating from an angry mob who believed he cursed them to their doom, he had begun to drag himself home when he heard the commotions and the kings's decree. he thought of his mother, of his face black and blue from the beatings, and of the bramble berries. he turned back and walked towards the bakers, who were sitting with their heads in their hands next to their ovens, whose fires still burning warm. calmly, he asked them to kill him and bake him into a pie to serve the king. to their astonishment, he cut his ear lobe and begged them taste of his blood - which they found so heavenly sweet, like the berries they used to know.

so the bakers called the butchers who killed the boy and drained his blood for a sauce, his meat cooked into a filling. with the fat rendered from his skin, and the flour from the church's mill, a golden short crust was made. then all baked into a giant pie, big enough to feed the whole village. this they presented to the king. at the first bite the king was in awe. never in his royal life had he tasted something so sweet and delicious. the second bite was even more wonderful, and the third turned him ravenous. soon enough, the king, his entourage and the whole village was feasting on the pie, they ate of the bramble-berry-boy's flesh, and rejoyce at the sweetness, so heavenly sweet it must have been blessed by the gods. with mouths still full of pie, the juice blood red running down their chins, they laughed and danced madly in the street, their eyes full of stars.

at dusk, the fires in the bakers' oven, having been unwatched all day, leapt onto the roof, and ran rampant. soon the whole village was on fire, the villagers and the king too - laughing and dancing till they were nothing but ash.

in the mountains, the boy's mother, having waited for her son for so long, eventually fell asleep. in her dream, she saw her bramble-berry- son walking to her with open arms and a wide smile on his face. on his head, a crown of little white flowers bloomed

[ijwrite]

Female Orc x Female Reader Part 3

It only took a day for you to be healthy again, which was not just a relief to Hakla, but to yourself and your bees. You would probably never tell her, but the rivalry she had with the bees was one of the most entertaining things you had seen in a long time.

And little Qarak was growing so fast too. He was constantly trying to walk, and getting frustrated when his little feet couldn't balance his body. He was still a little menace though, you couldn't take your eyes off him for a second before he was gone. He was currently sitting beside you in the garden, snacking on a carrot as you removed weeds. Hakla was slightly off in the distance, throwing weeds in the compost pile. You smiled to yourself. Life had been good lately. Your animals were healthy, your garden was flourishing and most importantly, Hakla and Qarak seemed happy. You felt a little hand smack your side, and looked down at Qarak. He folded his hand repeatedly in the way you taught him.

"You want some water little man? Okay let's go" You lifted him up and brushed the dirt from his pants. You had the idea to teach him some basic signs to communicate before he learned to speak.

"I'm just getting him some water, be right back" you said to Hakla, who hummed in acknowledgement. She had started to trust you more, and seemed much more at ease. She no longer slept with the axe near her, especially after you had made a bed for her. You had felt bad about the way she slept in a cot on the floor, and despite her protests about a proper bed, she slept much more soundly now.

After Qarak had gotten his water, he started fussing. You knew it was time for his midday nap, so you put him in the little crib. He fell asleep surprisingly quickly and you left the hut to continue your work.

Hakla was still outside, looking intently at one of your berry bushes. She reached out for it, but quickly retracted her hand once she heard you approach.

"There should be some of them that are mature" You plucked a bright red berry and held it out to her.

"They taste really good. Especially in pies"

She took it slowly. You plucked another and ate it. She ate hers too.

"You can eat when you want something, you know? That's why it's here" You went back to weeding. In the corner of your eye, you saw her pluck some more berries.

"You sure? Won't we need them for the winter?"

"Nah, I planted the berries purely as treats. You just eat till you can't"

You smiled again. She sighed heavily.

"It is not often I have had sweet things. They mostly gave us bread and meat"

She put the whole handful of berries in her mouth. You straightened up.

"They?" You asked. She tensed. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I won't pressure you" it would be a lie to say you weren't curious, but Haklas comfort meant more than that.

"They were the ones I got away from. They were to sell Qarak" She grumbled. You nodded silently. "They made us fight each other. For fun. I got free" She looked down at you.

"I am glad you did. I am happy that you are here" You tried. "My life has been significantly better since you and Qarak entered it" This time, she slightly smiled back.

She truly had a beautiful smile, even when unsure, it seemed to lighten your soul just a bit.

More months went by, and soon it was little Qaraks first birthday. He was getting better at both communicating and balance. He could not talk or walk yet, but he was already much bigger than when you first saw him. As his birthday gift, you decided to make him a swing in one of the large trees at the outskirt of the farm. You actually didn't know the exact day that he was born, since Hakla only had a rough estimate of the time. But that didn't matter, a birthday he would get. So you woke up Hakla and Qarak with the smell of fresh baked fruit pie (which you guessed they both enjoyed, seeing as they both got their entire faces covered with sweet filling).

After you had cleaned the mush of Qaraks (and Haklas) face, you told them to follow you out behind the cottage. A little aways, you had hung your homemade swing yourself during the night (you thought the hardest part would be to crawl up the tree in darkness with the rope, but the real challenge was getting out the house without Hakla waking up. She would be awake at the slightest noise, and you didn't want to ruin the surprise) and happily told Hakla;

"I tied it to a strong branch, so you can swing with him!" proudly gesturing to your work. Hakla just looked at it for a minute and you wondered briefly if you had overstepped.

"You made this for... him and me?" She asked with the thinnest voice you had ever heard from her.

"Well, yes. I hope it okay. I think I made some squirrels angry when I hung it up, and I-" you were interrupted as she hugged your close to her with the arm she didn't use to carry Qarak.

"Thank you" she whispered.

"Of course" you answered.

[xnumb-little-bugx]

BBC Ghosts As Pizza Hut Break Up Quotes

Pizza Hut are offering 'Goodbye Pies' - it's totally weird but the quotes are quite funny.