#Spring Cleaning Hacks

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Spring Cleaning Hacks: Quick & Easy Ways to Refresh Your Home

Do you have that itch? That craving to rise from the winter depths and prepare for blooming flowers and warm weather by clearing out your home. We are talking about a burst into spring cleaning. If that pile of dirty winter clothes and overpacked cabinets has you losing your mind, you’ve come to the right place.

Now, a good spring cleaning might sound exciting at first, but it can quickly turn exhausting. It can quickly turn endless and overwhelming. Don’t worry, you have come to the right place. Let’s explore spring cleaning hacks that provide a quick and easy way to refresh your home!

1. The ‘Lazy Genius’ Approach to Spring Cleaning

For some, the goal of cleaning an entire home or even just an entire room can seem too steep. Instead of focusing on the overall goal, set a time! With this trick, you can focus on a single task instead of your whole home. All you need to do is set a time for 20 minutes and just work on the junk drawer, one room, or one project. You just might be amazed at how easy this little trick can be.

Another ‘lazy genius’ hack is to use the one-touch rule. In this scenario, if you pick something up, you can only put it back where it belongs. This means no piles and no excuses to do it later.

Lastly, just the act of starting spring cleaning can be the worst part of the whole ordeal. The best thing to do is to tackle the area with the most mess. Wherever the biggest pile is or the closet filled with the most junk, that is the place to start. Get a dose of instant satisfaction by cleaning the biggest mess first.

2. Decluttering: The Fun(ish) Way

When decluttering hits, you really only have one question to ask yourself. Does this item bring me joy? And no, Marie Kondo didn’t pay us to say this. However, it is actually a good test to take when decluttering. If the item is something you would not buy again, it is a good idea to toss it in the donation pile.

Another hack is the reverse hanger trick. Go to your closet and flip all your hangers backward. Go back to your closet in 3 months and if there are hangers that didn’t get flipped around, there is another item to donate.

If numbers are your thing, try the 10-10-10 rule. This is simple. When trying to declutter quickly, make 3 piles. You will grab 10 things to toss, 10 to donate and 10 to put away. This will yield instant results.

3. Speed Cleaning Tricks for a Fresh Home

Are you looking for even more tricks? Speed cleaning is a tactic to attack spring cleaning. The first hack involved a pillowcase. All you do is slip a pillowcase over each blade and pull. You will have clean fans and no facial dust explosion!

Next is the magic trick with your microwave. Likely your microwave has caked on sauce and other mysterious stains that need cleaning. Just heat a bowl of water and lemon slices for 3 minutes. Then, wipe. That is it. This combo makes any grime easy to wipe away.

No one wants to clean baseboards. It’s perhaps the epitome of deep cleaning. To make it go quick, just use an old pair of socks. Slip them on your feet, spritz with your favorite clean and glide around the room. Baseboards will be clean in no time.

4. The ‘Forgotten Zones’ You Should Definitely Clean

Sometimes, spring cleaning is in the details. There are many creases and crevices that need to be cleaned to make your home shine and germs disappear. Here is a short list of the ‘forgotten zones.’

Remote controls, mouse, cell phones

Showerheads

Random cords

Light switches and door handles

Behind appliances

Trash can lids

Air vents

Under the couch

5. Keeping It Clean Without Losing Your Mind

Are you worried that spring cleaning means you will lose your mind? No one can guarantee that you won’t, but if you use a few rules, maybe it won’t be so bad. Try these nifty ideas!

Two Minute Rule: If you can clean it up in less than two minutes, then hop to it! That means you dirty dishes!

Have fun: Blast your favorite tunes and maybe bribe yourself with a nice treat once you make your goal.

Get others involved: the whole family can help out too! Set up some realistic ways they can contribute, even if they need a bribe too.

Final Thoughts

Spring has sprung and that means making your home clean and smelling nice. Spring cleaning doesn’t have to crush your soul. By implementing some of these hacks, you can have a fresh space without a huge headache. Go ahead, give it a try and report back!

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[A lazy teacher who uses her breasts to move things on the desk] by 開栓注意

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Your brain is hoarding junk—old regrets, toxic energy, random worries, and emotional dust bunnies. It’s time to clean house. Learn how to brain dump, cut energy vampires, and hit reset on your mindset. Your mental space should be a place you want to live.

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Spring Cleaning Essentials: Tips and Tricks for a Refreshed and Spotless Home

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Spring Cleaning Hacks

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Spring Cleaning Hacks

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burn in my memories

ayato x retainer! reader II 2.8k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no pronouns, angst, cheating, power imbalance (servant/master), cunnilingus, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, hot spring sex, marking, masturbation, body worship right person wrong time trope, alcohol mention, unedited

synopsis: as ayato prepares to get married, he decides to go on vacation with you, his trusted retainer, to enjoy his last bit of freedom.

The ripples of the water flashing around, filled the space under the moonlight night. Cicadas chirped around as some moths hovered near the doors of the inn, where the light was pouring through.

Warm steam rose to the heavens, leaving your skin dewy while your clothes clung onto your form. You gazed directly at the towering bamboo wall, covering the spring from any wandering eyes hoping to give your lord some modesty.

Your back was turned, hand securely placed at your katana, ensuring any suspects foolish enough to attack your lord in his most vulnerable time would quickly be stricken down.

Your lord, Kamisato Ayato, was someone you had been with for a long time. You washed up on the shores of Inazuma, hacking up seawater and barely conscious, after a storm led to the downfall of the ship you were on. The only thing in your hand was the grains of wet sand clinging to you and the hydro vision tightly gripped. Apparently, the Gods had wanted you to live; gifting you salvation, in the form of a vision for your survival.

After assisting in your recovery, you decided to work as at the Kamisato estate. You worked your way to become a respected retainer. It was surprising when you first found out you weren’t the only foreigner the Kamisatos had taken into this position as you met the blonde, half-Mondstadtan, Thoma. 

Whispers and chatter among the common people echoed through the small island that the Kamisato had a thing for foreigners but Ayato and Ayaka insisted you and Thoma ignore it.

As Thoma focused more on household chores and “darker” tasks, to clean up after the Yashiro Commission,  you primarily worked as a glorified secretary. You assist both siblings with cultural projects and paperwork. 

Still, Ayato made sure you picked up the katana, learning the ways of his sword style, to protect the Kamisatos and the commission

 “I can see you tensing from over here. You need to relax. I know it sounds rather… hypocritical from me, but it’s the truth,” you heard your lord hum across the hot spring. 

You sighed, realizing how rigid your shoulders were, soon relaxing them as you breathed out.

”I still need to be on guard. I’m sure people are aware that the head of the Yashiro Commission took a leave of absence and is traveling for a bit. The hot spring is one of the most vulnerable positions to be in,” you replied.

You heard a heavy sigh part from Ayato’s lips.

”You know, I can take care of myself. Besides, the Shuumatsuban are patrolling in the shadows around the spring and inn as we speak,” he murmured. You could hear water lifting up ripping as he let out another sigh.

”When I taught you the katana, it was to protect yourself and my sister, not me…” His voice trailed off, as his mind was beginning to shift elsewhere. 

This was the first time he had been apart from his sister. As much as his cool exterior claimed he was three steps ahead of everyone else, you knew deep down he was nervous leaving her alone at the estate.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” you insisted. “Plus, your most loyal dog is there protecting her. I have no doubt Thoma would lay down his life to see she is protected.”

Your lighthearted response was met with a grunt from Ayato.

“I’d prefer that wouldn’t happen either, but I appreciate the gesture nonetheless,” he muttered.

His thorns were peeking through. If his trailing off wasn’t about his sister, was it…

”Is this because of your upcoming wedding?”

Ayato fell silent. You could feel the heavy gaze of his eyes staring at your back as you fought the urge to shiver. 

“...Do you know why I took this leave, hm?” Ayato murmured. You could feel his falsely saccharine smile on his lips as he asked you this question.

”No. You’ve never taken a vacation before,” you responded. Ayato let out a half-hearted chuckle, as more splashing echoed out.

”This is probably the last bit of freedom I will enjoy; if you can even call it that. After we return, it’s planning the wedding, the ceremony…making an heir—-continuing the legacy of the Kamisatos, a duty my parents bestowed on me,” he murmured. 

”...It was either go through with this marriage or let my sister fall into that fate. A loveless marriage. I couldn’t bear to see her burdened by that,” he admitted. Before you were stranded in Inazuma 10 years ago, you don’t recall your former nation being this rigid with marriages and politics, but perhaps you were far too removed to realize.

“So you burdened yourself…? Forgive me if this is out of turn but maybe it’s time to move past those rigid rules. You’re the head of the Yashiro commissions, one of the most powerful men in Inazuma, why can’t you just do what you want?—” you asked. 

Your question was interrupted, feeling large wet arms wrap around your waist. Ayatos’s head leaned between your shoulder blades.

”W-What?! My lord!? What are you doing…?!” you stammered out. You would feel the wetness of his hands beginning to dampen and soak through your attire.

“Although Inazuma is becoming more lenient, some things will not change. Although I cannot have the love I desire, at least Ayaka will…” he whispered. His voice was so soft, and vulnerable. Gone was the outward presence of a man who seemed ten steps ahead of everyone else. Gone was the man with a smile no one could decipher.

Left in your wake was a man, grieving his freedom for responsibility.

 Your eyes softened.

”...Ayato…” you muttered, feeling his nails dig deeper as he clung tighter. You dragged your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling softly on it. You weren’t sure what you could say or do to motivate him. 

”This is overstepping, I know, but…for one night, I ask, to be with the person I love, to relish my last bit of freedom with them, to have that memory burned in my mind to keep me going until the day I die….” he called out.

Your lips parted, hearing his voice soon weakened to that of barely a whisper.

” I beg you…please.”

His grip loosened as you remained silent, and finally turned around to face him. A shadow covered his eyes, pale skin dewy from the steam and moisture from the spring. Your hand pillowed against his cheek as he finally looked up. His eyes were somber, as your gaze softened.

”...Then, let this memory stay with us the rest of our lives.”

Water splashes loudly as Ayato stands straight to his full height towering behind you. He leaned in, pressing his lips across your neck as goosebumps rushed down your skin. His hand slowly begins to untie bits of your armor as they crash loudly on the stone ground.

Soon your hakama pools on the floor, immediately dampening from the water sloshed around. You feel his touch begin to focus on disrobing your shitagi. You shivered feeling his large palm trace up the spine of your back as he leaned into your ear.

“Have you always been this sensitive?” he cooed, breath heavy and hot at the nape of your neck. You clicked your tongue in embarrassment before he turned you around— touching your bare hips and pinching the skin. You fought the urge to look past his v-line, trying to keep his mischievous lilac-hued gaze.

“I see you got your confidence back,” you pouted. Ayato's usually cunning smile finally made another appearance before he grabbed your chin, slightly lifting it up.

“I don’t want to wallow in my sorrows when I can focus on making the best of this situation,” he replied. He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips. They were soft as they molded onto your own. His teeth dragged on your bottom lip, nibbling the sensitive muscle. 

He soon leaned back, watching as you shared a new pair of glossy lips once connected with a translucent string of saliva. Ayato leaned back down in the water, on his knees as his hands squeezed against your thighs.

“Sit down for me, will you? I want to enjoy my meal,” he murmured. You quirked your eyebrow in confusion but obeyed. You slowly sank and sat on the wet stone a level above the hot spring, letting part of your legs drape over and dive beneath the water. 

“What do you mean?” you asked. He lets himself between your legs, letting his palms graze up and down the appendage. He soon sank deeper within the pool, getting closer to your core as his nails buried themselves in the flesh of your thighs.

His breath fogged up as he placed a gentle kiss on your clit, as your body shot up from the sudden pleasure. He prodded his tongue out of his mouth, flattening it as he pressed a long stripe against the bundle of nerves. Your fist balled up while crescent moons dug into your palms. His tongue swiped up and a moan reverberated from your lips. 

You quickly cover your mouth to muffle the noises leaking out as Ayato continues his ministrations against your clit. His tongue slowly circled along the nub before letting his lips completely cover it, sucking sharply as your eyes shut tightly. 

The pink muscle soon found itself swiping side-to-slide, rapidly flicking against your clit. Your legs, threatening to close onto his face, were soon captured by Ayato’s hands. He gradually guided them up onto his broad shoulders—allowing him to spread you out wider. 

His mouth quickly made its way to your inner thigh, nibbling and sucking the plush skin, and admired the spot as it changed its hue.  You grabbed onto the edge of the stone to steady yourself, cunt beginning to flutter from the pleasure.  

The vibrations of Ayato’s amused chuckle added to his meticulous ministrations, letting his tongue savor the sweetness of your arousal.  Your folds glistened in a mixture of his saliva and slick as loud slurping noises joined the symphony of cicadas. 

You pressed your thumb against your tongue in a futile attempt to stop your whimpers and cries, hips helplessly grinding against his face. 

“Aya..A—” you stammered out. Your back arch, toes curling towards the heavens and your body quivering in pleasure—signaling your high. Ayato left your throbbing clit with one last kiss before leaning away, letting your tired, sweaty, and damp legs hang back into the warm water of the hot spring.

Your tired eyes looked up as your chest heaved, seeing his flushed expression and mouth smeared with your arousal. His tongue flickered out, lapping up any remaining slick on the corners of his mouth and wiping the rest of it off.

“Ah, ah, ah. You’re tired already?” he hummed. “I thought you said: ‘Let this memory stay with us the rest of our lives’. This doesn’t seem very memorable, hm?” 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you lifted your upper form up and let yourself sink into the warm water. Your legs felt shaky, but thankfully the pool was too small for you to struggle with your footing.

“Ayato, I don’t think anyone has eaten me out like that in my entire life,” you sighed, body melting from the warm water. Ayato clicked his tongue.

“Talking about other lovers right now? How cruel you are to me,” he sarcastically replied. He soon turned you around, pinning you to the side of the pool. You could feel his erect cock pressing against the globe on your ass, twitching as it slid between your folds and thighs. 

“...I want this to matter to you as it does to me,” he muttered in your ear, tone deeper and more serious than it was prior. “I want to leave evidence on you that I existed, even if it fades. I will know and cherish these memories.”

His cock lazily thrust, as your lips trembled from his tip gliding across your overstimulated clit. You gyrated your hips against the veins of his cock, hearing his breath hitch. He lifted his hand up, squeezing them against the mounds on your breast. You let a moan out before he stopped thrusting, tapping his cock against the bumble of nerves once more. He leaned in, capturing your earlobe before nibbling on it.

“...It matters to me too. You don’t think I will also be hurt serving a woman married to the man I love? Do what you must. Burn it into my skin and thoughts,” you whispered. “Let my body, mind, and soul know the only person Ayato Kamisato loved was me.”

With a grunt, Ayato sank his cock inside of you. His cock dragged itself against your walls, plunging himself deeper. The waters rippled to his pace across the pool, as the sound of slapping skin was hidden against the sloshing of waves.

He fought the urge to bury his teeth in your neck, feeling your velvety walls massaging this cock—lulling him to plunge as far as he could inside of you. His upper half pressed tightly against your back, leaning your torso down and pinned against the edge of the pool.  

Feeling as though he could go deeper inside of you with this new position, his pace increased as your body swayed helplessly to the rhyme. Ayato’s lips pressed against your neck, trailing quick and soft kisses. His hands wandered throughout your body too, moving up to admire your legs, squeezing against the globe of your ass and sliding across the curves of your side.

It was like his soft touch was trying to memorize any bit of your body he could. A mole or freckle on your back? His tongue lapped at it. A birthmark or discoloration? He peppered kisses across it. A hickey he made? He’d be sure to slightly pinch at the bruised sensitive skin. 

“You don’t know how much I wanted to do that…” he groaned. His hands soon make their way up, hovering above your own slayed out on the side of the pool, weaving his fingers against yours as he pressed against you tighter. His cock drilled itself inside of you, hips bucking widely as his rhythm began to falter. 

He sucked a sharp breath, feeling your walls clamp down urging him to continue rutting inside of you until he spilled every last drop. Your own fingers soon found themselves, rubbing tight circles against your clit, walls fluttering more as you began to ascend. As your voice rose in octave—reaching your second high of the night— Ayato’s face tensed up as you grew tighter and tighter. 

“Fuck…” he grunted, in frustration. He quickly slid out, cock twitching in desperation. He turned you around, pulling you to a passionate and needy kiss. You could still taste the bitter sake on his tongue from dinner. His cock pressed against your tongue, heavy and throbbing and in need of release.

“I wish I could spill myself inside of you, but I can’t risk it no matter how desperate I am to,” he grunted as your lips parted and the two of you caught your breath. Ayato stood up again and your gaze finally looked past his V-line. A small pale blue happy trail greeted you, along with his cock. The member twitched as if it had a mind of its own, flushed in a slight pink hue from the heat and your earlier activities. 

It was longer but thinner than you expected—a hidden mole decorating it. You recalled the one along with his upper thigh, one on his face, and one on his back. You never would’ve guessed he had one there too. 

Noting your gaze, Ayato grabbed onto his cock, pressing his thumb against the tip showing precum beginning to bud and dribble out. His tight grip slid against his length, hips buckling as he began to moan once more.

“Open your mouth,” he breathlessly asked. You swam closer to him, opening your mouth while he pressed his tip against your tongue. You could taste the saltiness, watching his cock twitch as he jerked his cock faster. With a loud moan of your name, Ayato’s half-lidded eyes admired as ropes of his thick cum began to pool on your tongue as you struggled to gather all the spurted out.

He bit the inside of his cheek before combing his hand through his wet hair, clinging to his forehead, and taking deep breaths.

“Now…swallow for me…” he groaned. You saw the smirk creep on his face as he watched your throat bobbed, savoring every drop he gave you. With a relieving sigh, Ayato’s face quickly softened, leaning down and capturing your lips once more. He rested his body against the side of the pool as you leaned against his chest.

His arms wrapped around your form, looking down at you briefly before gazing at the moonlit sky.

“Let’s hope the Gods grant us a never-ending night before we have to wake up and pretend to forget this.”

[the-reader-insert-gazette]

The Art of Fixing Things - F!Reader x Lyney

Featured Column - Genshin Impact

The project was doomed from the start. Luckily, Reader has a toolbox, a temper, and a soft spot for magicians.

✒️ Word Count: 1236 🏷️ Relevant Tags: Humor | Fluff | DIY Disaster

[Name] was at her workbench, halfway through sanding a set of custom archways for a client’s summer home. It was the kind of job she liked—simple lines, solid wood, clean measurements. Quiet, steady work.

She glanced toward the back corner of the shop, where he was crouched in the middle of a tarp-covered area she’d cleared out for him earlier that day. Against her better judgment. He’d asked, grinned, batted his eyes, promised he wouldn’t get in her way—and she’d let him in. Friends got the benefit of the doubt.

Now she was questioning that benefit.

“Everything alright over there?” she called, brushing sawdust from her hands.

“Perfectly fine,” came Lyney’s voice, a little too chipper.

A metal clang echoed through the space.

[Name] stood, arch halfway done, and walked over. “Please tell me that wasn’t the sound one of my clamps breaking.”

He looked up from where he was sitting (more like trapped), inside what appeared to be the half-built frame of a boxy contraption. Wood panels, thin rods, gears, springs, some kind of pop-up screen, and... her now bent clamp, hanging sideways off one of the corners.

“It’s... part of the support system,” he tried.

She gave him a flat look. “Lyney.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Maybe I slightly underestimated how this'll come together.”

[Name] sighed and crouched beside him. “What is this, anyway?”

“A collapsible stage box. For props, quick changes, little tricks. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. Thought I could get it done in your shop where the lighting’s better.”

“You mean where I have actual tools and stable work surfaces?”

He grinned. “And a steady hand nearby in case something flies off.”

“Which it already has.”

“Which is why I invited you to witness greatness in action.”

She leaned back on her heels and looked at the mess. “This is what greatness looks like?”

“The early stages of it.”

He really did try.

To his credit, Lyney was clever. He wasn’t some overconfident hack swinging a hammer around. He understood angles, balance, how to use tension in his spring-loaded panels. The problem wasn’t his brain—it was that he worked like someone who thought instructions were just suggestions. Creative suggestions.

[Name] let him work while she went back to her own project, but it didn’t last. Twenty minutes in, he let out a sharp yelp.

She turned her head just in time to see one of the panels collapse inward, dragging part of his sleeve with it and locking him awkwardly into the frame.

“Don’t say it,” he muttered.

She set her chisel down. “Say what?”

“That I should’ve asked for help.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, walking over. “You look so confident wedged between your own design and a pile of loose screws.”

“It’s... not my finest moment.”

[Name] crouched beside him again, careful not to laugh too loud. “Do you want help or not?”

“Yes please,” he said quickly, trying to tug his sleeve free.

It didn’t budge.

She raised an eyebrow. “Locking hinge?”

“It seemed efficient.”

“You locked yourself into your own trap.”

“It’s dramatic flair.”

[Name] snorted and gently pulled the hinge pin loose, then reached in to untangle him from the springs. “You’re lucky I like puzzles.”

“I'm lucky that you like me,” he said, his voice teasing.

It took a few hours, but eventually they made real progress once Lyney was free.

[Name] tightened the frame, corrected some misaligned joints, and showed him how to brace the middle section with a fold-down arm instead of the overly complicated crank system he’d tried to rig. They argued over the weight load (she won), where the storage panels should go (he won), and whether or not a pop-up backdrop was too much (still undecided).

They worked well together, once she took over the parts that needed actual construction logic, and he stuck to the illusions and quick-access panels. She didn’t say it aloud, but it was... nice. Being in her space with someone who didn’t hover or interrupt every ten minutes. Lyney talked, sure, but his words filled the room in a comfortable way. Like background music you didn’t mind humming to.

At some point, she caught him watching her while she worked, eyes soft, hands stilled on the trim piece he’d been holding.

“What?” she asked without looking up.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just... you really do know how to fix things.”

[Name]’s hands paused. “That’s kind of the job.”

“Not just objectives though.”

She looked over at him. His tone was different this time. Not playful. Not sarcastic. Just... honest.

She shifted back slightly, not uncomfortable, just unsure what to say. “Is this about the time I bailed you out of that disaster with the storage crate in the opera house and pretended to be apart of the act? Because that doesn’t count. You owed me dinner and a new hammer after that.”

Lyney smiled, but didn’t press. “You still showed up.”

“So did you,” she replied.

He blinked.

She raised a brow. “You think I didn’t notice you waiting outside when I worked late last week? You’re not as subtle as you think.”

His mouth quirked. “And you’re not as indifferent as you pretend.”

That earned a quiet laugh. “Okay, magician. Maybe you’ve got one or two tricks up your sleeve.”

He stepped closer, close enough she could smell the faint scent of smoke powder and pine resin—probably from the box. “[Name].”

She looked up.

“Thanks. For letting me use your space. For helping. For not making fun of me more than necessary.”

“Oh I’m still planning to,” she said, voice warm.

He sighed, “I figured.”

When the last latch clicked into place and the contraption finally looked like something worth showing off, Lyney dusted off his hands and glanced her way with a soft crooked smile he only used when he wasn’t trying to impress anyone.

They made their way to the front of the shop where the air had cooled, dusk starting to settle in around the edges of the doorway. [Name] leaned against the frame, arms crossed, head tilted just enough to catch the breeze. Lyney stood beside her, close but not crowding, their shoulders almost touching.

“You owe me a new clamp,” she said.

He nodded. “It deserved better.”

“And dinner.”

“That,” he said, “Is more than doable.”

She laughed quietly, gaze drifting out to the empty street. “You planning to keep showing up with half-baked contraptions?”

“Only if you keep showing up to fix them.”

[Name] looked at him noticed how his hands were still fidgeting slightly like he didn’t know what to do with the silence.

“You don’t need to break something to be here, you know.”

Lyney blinked, caught off guard—but only for a second. Then he smiled, smaller this time. “Yeah,” he said. “Okay.”

She nudged the door open a little wider as she turned to head back inside.

“Come on,” she added over her shoulder. “You can help clean up the mess you didn’t make on purpose.”

He followed without a word, the shop light flickering on behind them as the door swung shut with a quiet click.

Ya'll don't know how many attempts and scraped fics I've made for Lyney at this point. Finally, I feel like one came out semi-decent enough to post. Hope you enjoyed!

[redinkquill]

Behold the Spring

Oh Spring, I behold you in your vivant pleasure of bloom.

Regrowth and regreening, flowers and bees preening at the bounty.

The trees, unpollenated, spread the yellow cloud of sex.

For flowers brings seeds and fruit that enter the earth and take root.

From fallow grey and brown to tawny tans and green.

Renewed each year with buds from branches

Springing forth to new leaves to drink the bright yellow sunlight.

Catching from the ripe air to beads of dew beading along branches and leaves.

Bugs susserating and birds singing, new life springs forth from eggs.

Spring is the time that many creatures reproduce and have sex.

New spawn each dawn sprouting from the lawn.

Cut grass with that green grass screaming smell.

Hacked back branches clipped and canned.

Careful pruning or you’ll prick your hand.

Spring cleaning to declutter the stuff accumulated.

Dirt dashed and delivered into cleanliness.

Houses made fresh for guests and the hearts of those that live.

[emo-gremlin]

P03 headcanons

💾 Since transcending to the real world, the OLD_DATA attached herself to him. Using the old coding of him as a stoat, she took that form and is now his pet. She likes to sleep in his chest, amongst his wires. She comes out very dusty.

💾 He loves watching fail compilations because it's funny.

💾 Took up coding and hacking to pay the bills and feed Data.

💾 Grimora is the only Scrybe he actually gets along with. She makes good tea, and is quite pleasant company. Her way of teaching him about organic life is nowhere near as condescending or high and mighty like the other two.

💾 Unfortunately due to his...well I mean he's a fucking robot, the human world ain't ready for robots like him. So he has to live with the other Scrybes. He HATES it. Grimora and Leshy are the only two human-presenting Scrybes of the group so they have to do all the shopping and such.

💾 Data is quite intelligent, since she contains the Karnoffel code, she's able to understand human speech. She's also able to help P03 with some of his wires.

💾 P03 is the tech expert of the house. He holds it over everyone's head. Smug bastard.

💾 Turns out, Data is quite popular on social media. Thankfully, his followers believe P03's wearing a cosplay in pictures he appears in.

💾 Soft drinks (Tea, black coffee, water) he can pour into his exhaust system to use as a kind of steam energy. Hard drinks (Alcohol) have to go through his coolant system. The only port to get those inside is....In human terms he butt chugs Alcohol.

💾 Sloppy, truthful drunk. The effects of the Alcohol last much longer, usually taking up to 24 hours before he starts recovering from it.

�� He beeps in sleep/charging mode.

💾 Has to do a "Spring cleaning" twice a year. Grimora helps. It can get a bit...awkward since his wires can be very sensitive, so he powers down during it. Grimora is the only one he trusts doing this.

💾Leshy had to help him one time and somehow P03 ended up with a cardinal nest in his chest.

💾 Magnificus helped another time and painted a mural on the inside of his plating. It melted because the paint he used couldn't withstand the heat of P03's processing.

💾 Despite everything they've done, deep down, very deep down, P03 is happy he isn't alone in the real world. Having some familiar faces helped a lot with the transition.

Scrybe household headcanons!

💾 Grimora tries to have Scrybe bonding nights. Uno is officially banned from the household. Monopoly too.

💾 They are hiding from GameFuna. The company doesn't know they're in the real living world, and they'd like to keep it that way if possible. The game devs are still reeling from the Great Transcendence.

💾 Because of his beastly nature, animals naturally trust him (Except Data, who resents him for trying to keep her trapped) this leads to many animals following him home. The consensus is that if any of the animals piss or shit on anything in the house, he has to clean/replace it. And they are to be NOWHERE near P03's room. The only exception is if Data hunts something and brings it to his room to eat.

💾 Magnificus gets commissioned by the local government quite a lot. He has to wear a suit and gloves, but thankfully the excuse of having hypertrichosis keeps people from asking questions.

💾 Grimora works at the local funeral home. Her surprisingly warm nature helps console those who have lost a loved one. She writes touching epitaphs for the dead. She's also great at helping young children understand death in a way that helps them grieve and accept their loved one is in a better place.

💾 Grimora is very popular among the goth crowd, growing a small following on social media. Due to P03's reprogramming of Inscryption, she doesn't really appear too much in game, so she's able to show her face a bit more.

💾 Magnificus also has a following online, but he's extremely critical if anyone asks for art advice from him. He's like the Gordon Ramsey of art.

💾 Leshy has a local D&D group he DMs for. One of his crew streams the games, and a lot of people are fans of his DM style. He doesn't have any online accounts.

💾 Somehow the Lonely Wizard is the only NPC that came with them. He's become the households resident creature. Data likes to nap in his lap sometimes.

Happy Easter, or to those who don't celebrate, Happy Sunday!