#and i. need to farm a lot of red bars

[fukiana]

obsessed with saladin turning iron banner into cabal superbowl btw

[lqveharrington]

Dust Storm | W.H.B.

summary: You and Billy get caught up in a dust storm while on a horse ride.

pairing: William H. Bonney x fem!reader

includes: slight angst, fluff, you and billy are engaged, not a lot of warnings 🤷‍♀️ let me know if i missed any !!

a/n: i had this sitting in my drafts for a billion years 😭 my bad bookies

It had been days since that last dust storm blew in and the spirits in the small county of Talihina, Oklahoma were high. However, there was no rain insight. And with no rain, it left many farmers with empty fields, covered in dried-out dirt and sand. It especially hit the Ashford farm and ranch the hardest.

The Ashfords were the wealthiest family in Talihina. They were well known for being able to run a horse ranch and a healthy farm. The father, James Ashford, was in charge of both the ranch and farm, making sure everything ran smoothly. His wife, Josephina Ashford, better known as Jo, was known for helping around the town and giving to those in need. Luckily for the couple, they had two children who helped them with their work. They had a daughter and a son. You were the eldest Ashford child, and you had a bright future. You resemble your mother in all ways. You were the kind of woman to make young men turn their heads just by walking by. Unfortunately for them, you were happily engaged to one William H. Bonney. On the other hand, your younger brother looked like a replica of your father. Adam Ashford was eight years old with the same determination as his father, hoping to take over the farm and ranch when he got older.

But because of the dust storms starting up two years ago, it was harder to tend to the crops that would grow and bring the horses out of their stables. Before, you would help your father to tend to the horses when you weren't doing volunteer work, but with the constant dust blowing around the whole country, he banned you from leaving the house unless it was absolutely clear from dust. And for the first time in two years, James let his daughter out of the house. Only to run her mother’s errands, of course.

“In case of emergencies,” James tied a red bandana around your wrist as you took your mother’s list and woven basket from the kitchen table. “Wrap this around your head and cover your mouth and nose. I don’t want you to get hurt. And remember to come straight back from the markets—”

“Pa, I’ll be fine.” You squeezed her father’s forearm, kissing his cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

He sighed and shook his head, “Okay.”

You squeezed his arm again before leaving, silently reassuring her safety. You took quick strides to the town center and watched the dust kick up with every step you took. The walk going to town wasn’t bad. The only downside was that there was no shelter for any incoming dust storms. Fortunately, the blazing sun was beating down on the earth and the wind was seemingly absent.

Upon reaching the town center you smiled at the sight in front of you. You found children running around with wooden toys their fathers made and their mothers gossiping about the recent family who left for California. It felt normal. For the first time in years, it felt normal to see mothers scolding their children for messing with drunkards sitting outside of the bars.

You shook your head before entering the town’s only grocery, the bell above the door ringing to alert the storekeeper. “Mr. Taylor?”

“Miss Ashford!” The storekeeper beamed at the young woman. “What brings you into town? I haven’t seen you and your folks for a while.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, “With all this dust, I would hardly expect anyone to be hustlin’ ‘round town.”

“What can I do for you?” He dismissed the comment.

“I’m in need of some of your delicious Fuji apples. My ma s'been craving them ever since Adam read a book about them to her.” You looked around the empty store. “Other than that, I can grab the res’ of the things myself.”

“I’ll be right back.” He knocked the wood on the counter, heading toward the back of the store. You watched him leave before heading into the different aisles, glancing at the brands and prices of the different items. In fact, you were so immersed in deciding which brand of vegetable oil would be best that you hadn’t realized someone new had entered the store until a pair of strong arms wrapped around you and spun you off the ground.

“Oh my god!” You clung onto the stranger’s arm, not wanting to fall face-first onto the ground. You glanced back at the stranger before gasping, eyes lighting up at the male. “Billy!”

“Afternoon, gorgeous.” He put you down and kissed your cheek.

You felt your face warm at the name and action, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “What are you doing here?”

“My ma sent me into town to get money from the bank.” Billy followed you around the store, his gaze flickering across your face. “Then I saw my favorite woman walk into town. I decided I could spare some time to talk to her.”

“Uh-huh.” You spun on your heel and peered into his eyes. “Did you get the money for your folks? Or did you forget?”

“You think so low of me, sweetheart.” He tilted your head up with his finger. “Of course I got the money.”

You hummed, giving him a proper look now. William H. Bonney was once a lanky boy in grade school. But he had definitely grown into himself. He got stronger and taller over the course of two years. The loose clothes he once wore now perfectly fit him, making you flush red each time you saw him. Your eyes then traveled from his fit shirt to his tattered, dust-covered boots. You frowned at the state they were in, but no one could do any better from the current weather the states were currently facing. Finally, you shifted your gaze to meet his eyes once more. His crystal blue eyes were such a beautiful contrast to the dust coating his dark jeans and his wavy brown hair. You swore you could get lost in them if it weren’t for him pulling you back to reality each time.

“You’re staring, gorgeous.” Billy grinned, earning a small scoff from his beloved.

“You’re impossible.” You shoved two bars of soap into your basket, heading toward the counter where the apples were waiting.

Mr. Taylor suppressed a laugh at the young couple, taking the basket from your arms. “That all for today, Miss Ashford?”

You hummed as you took your wallet out of your dress pocket, “How much?”

“$3.42 is the total.” He read off the cash register as you handed him the exact amount, trading it for the baskets of groceries and apples.

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor.” You smiled at him and moved to grab Billy’s hand as you left the store, intertwining them. “What’ve you been up to since I’ve last seen you?”

“Since last week?” Billy pulled you closer to him, squeezing your hand. “ Not much has happened since I visited your place. Just helping my ma in the fields like always.”

You nodded and looked toward the ground, watching the dust cling onto your leather boots and the bottom of your maroon dress. “The dust storm affecting your folks’ farm badly?”

“It’s affecting everyone, sweetheart.” He pulled you away from a stampede of running children. “No one can get any crops.”

“I know…” You muttered, rubbing small circles into his palm. You peered up at the bright sun, squinting at the beam. “You know what I wish for?”

“What?”

“I wish for everything to go back to normal.” You adjusted your hat, the Ashford ranch coming into view. “The dust storms have ruined everyone’s crops. I can barely step foot out of my own house. There hasn’t been any rain since god knows when. My pa won’t let me tend to the horses. It’s madness, Billy.”

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” He kissed the side of your head. “I can’t promise everything will go back to normal, but in the meantime, I can find a way to ride horses with you. ”

“William, what’s that supposed to mean?” You squinted at him, his piercing gaze meeting yours. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s probably not a good idea—!”

“Come on. We can ride the horses and be back before your folks worry.” He pulled you into the Ashford stables, taking the baskets from your arms and tucking them safely in a corner.

You bit your lip, looking at the groceries and then back at the brunette, cursing him for being so convincing. “Fine.”

Laughter filled the air as you raced Billy through the back trails of Talihina, the generated wind blowing through your hair. It felt like you were both young teenagers who had no idea they were in love with one another, doing reckless activities until they were caught by one’s parents.

“Pick up the pace, Bonney!” You shouted as you saw Billy catching up, urging your horse to move faster.

A huge amount of dust kicked up with every stride the horses took, and if you looked back, you wouldn’t be able to see anything. Billy shook his head with a smile and copied you, finally riding beside the pair.

“Sweetheart, you know I can beat you in any horse race.” He chuckles as he brings his horse to a stop, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “You feel any better?”

You nodded and glanced to your left as you tugged on your horse’s reins, meeting his blue eyes. “I do feel better. Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He tipped his hat in your direction. “Ready to go back?”

Your smile slowly faded but nodded, “Yeah.”

“Hey, we don’t need to rush. We can take as long as we want to go back if you want.”

“I’d like that.” You guided your horse to head back toward the ranch. “In the meantime, you can tell me all about what you’re gonna do when your ma finds out where you’ve been all day.”

“I can tell her I’ve been with my girl all day.” He bit back a smirk when he saw your cheeks tint pink. “I think my folks love you more than me.”

You shoved his shoulder, your engagement ring glistening in the sun. “They should love me more than you. I think my Pa loves you more than me.”

“Impossible.” Billy took your hand and kissed the back of it.

The young couple took short strides on their horses as the sun slowly faded away. One could argue that the sun was setting, but it was still much too early for the sun to set.

“What time do you have on your watch?” You looked back at the darkening sky, picking up the pace.

“3 PM,” Billy muttered, looking into your panicked eyes. “We gotta go.”

The both of you started to rush your horses back as the wind picked up, dust blowing around them which impaired your vision. You hastily removed the bandana from your wrist and tied it around your head, keeping your balance. Billy kept one hand on the reins and shoved his own bandana up, covering his nose and mouth. The sky was now covered with dust clouds and the wind blew harshly against your backs, the mix of dry dirt and sand hitting their exposed skin.

“Are you okay over there?” Billy shouted over the blowing wind. “Y/N?”

“I’m fine!” You blinked away tears from the dirt that stung your eyes, squeezing your legs to make your horse move faster. You could just barely make out your family’s farm, but with each passing second it became more and more obscure.

“Sweetheart, we have to go to the stables! It’s closer to us than your house!” He veered his horse over to the left.

“I can’t! My folks will worry and—”

“Y/N!” He snaps you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Please!”

You quickly followed him and turned toward the stables. Billy slammed the front doors open, causing chaos to erupt inside. The other horses stood on their hind legs, thrashing as the harsh wind blew the dust inside. You raced inside as Billy jumped off his horse and slammed the stable doors shut, grabbing bales of wheat and shoving them by the front. You took deep breaths as you tried calming your own horse, resting your forehead against the head of your horse.

“This dust storm ain’t gonna go away anytime soon.” Billy rubbed dust off his face, removing his mask. “We’ll be fine in here.”

You nodded weakly, combing your fingers through your horse’s dusty hair. “We shouldn’t have gone out— I-I promised my pa that I’d be back—”

“Hey, look at me.” He went over and took your fidgeting hand. “They’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. When the storm eventually calms down, we'll head over to your place.” He slowly helped you off the horse and held your dirtied face in his hands, slipping your bandana off and wiping your muddy tears. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You took a breath, holding onto his wrists, following his breathing pattern. You rested your forehead on his, shutting your eyes. “Okay.”

The dust storm only accumulated as time progressed. The field and crops were covered in piles of dust once more and the automobiles were suddenly buried underneath the dried dirt. Those who were inside any buildings had dust seeping through the smallest slivers, despite the taped downed windows and towels blocking the doors. It was as if the storm would never stop, deeply worrying the Ashford family for their daughter’s safety.

“James, you can’t leave!” Jo whispered toward her husband, arms crossed over her chest in disbelief. “It’s late and you wouldn’t be able to see anything with all of that dust blowin’. Adam worries for his sister, but imagine the grief if he lost his pa and his sister?”

“I can’t sleep without knowin’ if my little girl is fine, Jo,” James argued, tightly tying a handkerchief around his head. “If Adam wakes, don’t tell him where his pa went—”

“James!” She held his arm in desperation, holding eye contact. “The storm might end soon, don’t risk it.” She looked between his eyes as he glanced toward the backdoor. “Please.”

His gaze softened at his wife’s demeanor and pulled her into a hug. “I’ll wait.”

“Thank you.” She murmured, wrapping her arms around him. “When the storm dies down, you can go. I won’t stop you then… I worry about our little girl too.”

The storm kept blowing until early morning. The crops were now either torn out of the ground or buried deep within dry dirt and families had given up on keeping the dust out of their homes. James and Josephina Ashford fell asleep at their kitchen table waiting for the storm to pipe down while you fell asleep in the stables in the security of your lover’s arms. William H. Bonney, on the other hand, stayed awake. He was constantly listening for the winds to quiet to let you know you could head home. In the early hours of the new day, Billy gently shook the woman beside him awake.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” He brushed the dust off that had fallen on you overnight, watching you shift closer to him. “Gorgeous.”

“Give me a minute, William.” You groaned, using his government name as a threat.

He chuckled and sat up straight, bringing you along with him. “The storm stopped, you can go home now.”

Your eyes shot open and you looked over at the male incredulously. “You should’ve said that first, idiot. Let’s go.”

Billy smiled as he stood, helping you up. He shook the final bits of dust off as best as he could and moved the hay bales away from the doors. Billy tilted his head toward you, silently signaling you to head home. You grinned and picked up your dress, racing over to the house without stumbling. You burst into the house and discarded the dust entering as well, finding your parents standing by the kitchen’s backdoor. James had his handkerchief tied across his face, triggering your tears.

“Y/N.” Her father let out a breath of relief and engulfed you in a tight hug. “You’re safe. You’re okay.”

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed into your father’s shirt, clinging onto him. “I’m so sorry, pa.”

“Why are you crying, sweet girl?” He rubbed your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t go straight home. I wanted to be out more, so I-I rode on the horses with Billy an-and then the storm started up. I shouldn’t have gone. I should’ve gone home right away. I should’ve stayed home. I shouldn’t have—”

“Hey, you’re alright.” James sat you down in one of the wooden chairs, removing his handkerchief from his face. “You’re safe. You’re home.”

You sniffled, looking up at your mother who had tears in her eyes too. “I’m sorry, mama. I didn’t wanna worry you…”

“My baby,” She knelt on the ground, taking your hands in her own. “I’m just glad you’re safe. The worst didn’t happen. You’re here. You aren’t hurt.”

Billy knocked on the side of the wall, making his presence known. In return, all heads whipped over to him. “I brought the groceries your daughter bought the other day.”

“William, come over here.” Your father beckoned him over.

“Yes, sir?” Billy stood by your side, removing his hat.

James sighed, putting his hand out. “Thank you for watching over my daughter.”

“Anytime.” Billy shook his hand, bringing him in for a hug. “I would risk my life for your daughter every single time.”

You lightly sock his arm at the mention, lacing your hands together. “Thank you.”

“I mean, now that you’re here, why don’t you help clear the dust out of our house? I’m sure my daughter has brought in heaps of it from runnin’ in here.” Jo patted her future son-in-law’s shoulder.

You flushed red as Billy chuckled, feeling him squeeze your hand at the comment. “Of course, Mrs. Ashford.”

The young couple got to work clearing out the dust while Jo and James started preparing breakfast for the day. It would be a while until all the dust would clear out of the house completely, but it wasn’t the worst problem they had. The dust storm that day might have ended, but little did the Ashford family know that it would only be the true beginning of their hardships.

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[uglypastels]

Darling pls would u mind writing a fic with OPLA Buggy where the reader is like a big fan of him. The type that wants his autograph, likes his shows and stuff like that and so Buggy melts for his little supporter and tries to impress them more and more bc for once he’s loved 💗🥰

no but i absolutely love this idea!! thank you so much for requesting it

masterlist | inbox - requests open

warnings: drinking. slightly dark themes - it's buggy after all. but nothing explicitly mentioned.

His Biggest Fan

How he did not notice you staring was a miracle. You knew it wasn't right, but how else could you make sure that it really was him?

Well, it probably didn't require that much to figure it out. After all, how many other pirates had long blue hair, a red nose, and that kind of make-up? At least, around where you were from, none.

That is why you had never expected to see him walk into this dingy little bar with his crew. You watched him from your table, from the edge of your cup, switching glances between his figure and the wanted poster that hung on the wall- more as an accomplishment than a warning, really- among the many others.

15 million Berry. A pirate doesn't get such a bounty for nothing. You had heard the tales of the Flashy Fool, the Genius Jester. The Ringleader of the most notorious outcasts and freaks in the East Blue, and somehow, he was sitting only two tables away from you.

You kept your eye on him the entire night, constantly egging yourself on to just go for it, to walk up to him and say something, anything.

Finally, encouraged by another large drink, you decided to make your move and walk over to the table.

He was sitting at the head of it, looking unimpressed as his crew drank the bar cry, smiling but never laughing at the jokes being made, generally uninterested by the conversations, thoughts far away from the island you all found yourselves on.

You cleared your throat, trying to call out his name, but it just got washed out by the noise around you. After another lost attempt, you tried to tap his shoulder, but before your hand reached it, his hand snapped up, nearly slapping you in the face.

'What?' He snapped alongside his limbs, looking over at you. His eyes glared with anger momentarily before softening up the slightest amount when he realised who was trying to speak to him.

'I'm sorry, sir.' You did your best to stop your voice from shaking. Some of his crew had stopped their conversations to look over at what their captain was doing, and you tried to ignore them as much as you could. 'Are you the pirate... Buggy?'

The acknowledgement sparked something up in him, and the corners of his wide smile grew even larger.

'The one and only,' he nodded his head, pleased, 'and who may you be?'

Nervously, you introduced yourself and watched him mouth your name to himself, grinning that wicked grin of his.

'I've heard a lot about you- about the things you've done. It's- well, it is quite impressiveve.'

'Why, thank you.' He cocked his head to the side, almost in bewilderment at the fact that someone might have found his accomplishments noteworthy. 'So, is there anything I can help you with?'

'Oh,' well, now that you were here, you weren't really sure what you had expected from approaching the pirate. 'No, I just wanted to- I'm not really sure.' You laughed off your own nerves and the silliness of the situation.

'Now, now, honey, no need to get so shy with me.' He picked up his drink. 'Tell me, are you a pirate?'

'Me? Oh no,' you, who never had left your small island and lived your days working on your family's farm outside of town, where the only form of excitement was to meet the fascinating figures that sailed by the harbour. 'I'm just-'

'A fan?' Buggy filled the gap in for you. 'Admirer?'

'I suppose so.' Your cheeks flushed hot.

'Never considered just sailing off into the distance? Seeking treasure and fame? No?' He read your body language as you responded to him with a shaking head. 'No. I wouldn't think so.'

He smiled at you, and so the quick turn from this kindness to the manic yell he shot at his crew, who had been giving him interested looks, was startling 'What the hell are you morons looking at?' he shouted out. The shock of it was enhanced by the fact that he reverted back to you and his smile just as quickly afterwards.

It should have scared you. Perhaps it even did, but you easily could have mistaken the fear for excitement. There was just something so raw and refreshing about the pirate captain, something you had never seen in any man before.

Buggy leaned over the table to look up at you, knuckles under his chin. 'But I bet you would want to go on a big adventure, hmm?'

'Uhm...'

'Go out into the world, follow your dreams? I'm sure there is something out there you'd want?' But was there? Your world so far had been so small that dreams had never even felt like an option.

When you didn't answer, Buggy sat back in his chair. 'Perhaps not. The pirate life isn't for everyone, is it, sugar?' He chuckled. 'Anything else I can do you for? An autograph maybe?'

'Oh, I don't mean to bo-' you didn't want to seem like the annoying kind of "fan", after all, but Buggy wasn't having any of it.

'Nonsense!' He clicked his fingers, and someone at the other end of the table got up and ripped the captain's wanted poster off the wall. They handed it to him as Buggy pulled a pen from the inside of his coat, signing his name in large, scratchy letters. 'Anything for my... biggest fan.'

Another hot flash came over your face as he handed you the poster.

'Thank you,' you said, unsure. Surprised. For an infamous pirate with a bounty of millions of Berry on his head, he was nothing like you had expected him to be. Not with that smile he gave you or the wink he had sent you off with.

And so, you left the bar. A big smile adorned your face, and you thought of your interaction with Buggy for the rest of the night.

And he did, too. He kept you in his mind's eye as he listened to his crew's schemes on how to take charge of the island they had just sailed to. The plans they had for the citizens. He could already see it take shape. The biggest audience he's ever had, all sitting and watching him. Crying and laughing with him. With you, his number one fan, as his special guest of honour.

Oh, the plans he had for the two of you.

[divine-knight-hand]

Mining Pains (Haley x Reader)

Haley Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Pairing: Wife!Haley x Female Farmer!Reader

Summary: After reaching level forty-five of the mines, it’s time for Pelican Town’s favorite farmer to fight for the safety of her wife, Haley.

Warnings: Slight gore (Nothing too scary, tho), a teensy bit of angst, and fluff all the way.

Word count: 3,182

Dividers by @cute-sushi-roll

“Haley, I would really prefer if you were back home, where it’s safe.” I insisted. As much as I enjoyed my wife’s company in the mines, I’d never brought her past level forty, and we were currently on level forty-four. I was wary enough going this deep into the mine system on my own. Bringing Haley with me would be a whole other battle.

Usually, I brought her along with me when I needed to grab basic materials like stone, coal, or copper for the farm. I would gather these while fighting off monsters, and Haley would hold torches in the darker areas of the mines, sometimes wielding a slingshot when things got a little hairy.

This time, Clint asked me to gather some iron for his tool upgrade service. I obliged, and Haley was more than eager to insist on coming with me. Being the pushover that I was when it came to making my wife happy, I reluctantly agreed.

I donned black overalls over a long-sleeve red sweater, with thick brown boots. Haley wore a long-sleeve light blue sweater with her favorite pink skirt over a pair of light blue leggings, with some pink sneakers.

With our outfits picked out, and our spelunking gear gathered, we headed into the mines by Robin’s house, and It was only by sheer luck that we hadn’t run into anything intense yet.

She spoke up as we approached the ladder down to the next level, “Don’t worry about me, honey. I want to help you. Besides, it’s like an adventure!” She squealed on the last sentence, clearly excited.

Once we made it down the ladder, I felt a small wave of relief at the sight of the elevator, accompanied by its usual light-hearted ding, as if it was happy to see me, too.

Haley skipped ahead, “How much iron did Clint ask for, anyways? Do you think he needs a lot?”

I paused to check my backpack. Clint asked for five iron bars. So far, we only had enough iron to make three.

I sighed to myself and responded, “Just a little more. We shouldn’t be too much longer.”

We advanced deeper into the cavern. The air was still and dank, untouched by the crisp winds above surface level. I would have considered this place serene, had these walls not housed some of the deadliest monsters in Pelican Town.

“AH!” Haley’s scream snapped me out of my thoughts. I realized that I fell behind as we walked, and I rushed over to where Haley fumbled for her slingshot, nervously shuffling away from a small green slime.

I chuckled, my heart slowing back to a normal pace as I drew my sword and slayed it in one slash. Me and Haley then both jumped back to avoid the resulting splash of green slime.

“Yuck.” Haley stared down at the slime spattered against the floor, “That was a close one…”

“You’re telling me.” I sheathed my sword before approaching her and placing my hands on her shoulders, “I assume this means you’re okay, then?”

Haley smiled at me, “Yes, honey. I’m okay. I promise.” She leaned forward until our foreheads touched.

I closed my eyes and sighed, “If you say so… but I’d still like to take you home.”

I felt her arms snake their way around my waist, “Don’t worry about me. Please.”

My eyes fluttered open and I could see that hers were still closed, like she was waiting for something. She was waiting for me.

I traced my thumb along her jaw, feeling her shudder under my touch, “Haley…” I breathed.

Suddenly, a wispy blue fog slowly rolled in to cloud the air around us, and I heard a distant squeaking. Damnit!

Haley felt me freeze and her eyes flew open, “What’s going on? Are you- AHHHHHH! BEHIND YOU!” We jumped apart and I turned to see a swarm of bats flying straight toward us, the squeaking sounds growing in volume as they neared us.

I turned back to Haley and grabbed her shoulders, slightly shaking her to emphasize my next command, “Haley. Elevator. Now. Go!”

She quickly nodded and I let go of her so we could run to the elevator. I instantly regretted my choice of shoes. Though my boots were great for crossing rocky terrain, they were also heavy and slowed me down significantly. Haley, who made the smarter choice of a light pair of sneakers, sped ahead.

I looked over my shoulder to see the swarm gaining on me. Damnit! When I turned to look back ahead, I saw Haley reach the elevator and turn back to me, fear etched into her features as she saw that I still had ground to cover. I knew then that if she waited until I made it into the elevator to close the door, we’d be stuck with a bat-filled ride to the surface. That would have been less than ideal. I had one idea left to keep her completely safe.

“Close the door!” I shouted as I slowed to a walk.

“What?!” Haley went pale in the face, “Are you crazy?!”

“Just close it!” I repeated.

Haley shifted with discomfort, “But-”

“CLOSE IT!” I roared. I never really liked yelling at her, but this was really important. I had to get her to listen.

Haley jumped at my shout, looking a little sad before finally obliging and closing the elevator door. It was all up to me now.

I quickly turned and unsheathed my sword, ready to take on the giant ominous swarm that approached me. Here goes nothing.

I flicked my sword in a quick circle before swiping at the mob in front of me. Three bats drew back and squeaked in pain. The rest of the swarm approached me, some coming at me from the side. I quickly dodged backward before lunging at the mob in front of me. I nailed two more bats before one of them snuck behind me and bit my arm.

I let out a yelp, more out of frustration than pain, and smacked it away with my hand, stomping it into the ground when it fell. Those few seconds were all the swarm needed to distract me before they saw an opportunity to swoop in and strike.

Three bats bit and clawed at my other arm, the one I was holding my sword with. I dropped it in surprise, giving three more an opportunity to attack my left side.

All I saw was a blur of black, accompanied by the occasional pair of red eyes. One scratched my cheek. Several bit my legs. I groaned and fell to the floor, unaware of how bad my injuries were or how much I was bleeding out.

The bites were so deep, I felt a jolt of pain blast through my body with each one. As the bats grew bolder, the bites and scratches grew more frequent.

I desperately looked at my sword, lying tantalizingly close to me, yet too far to be of any actual use to me. I strained against the bats to reach for it, only to receive more bites and scratches on my outstretched hand.

Tears sprung to my eyes as the stinging sensations continued to grow in intensity. I began to feel dizzy, almost unable to focus on anything. The squeaks were deafening in my ears. I struggled through blurry vision as the black blobs continued to bite and scratch me.

“Come on.” I softly coaxed myself as I began dragging myself toward my sword. The bats must have sensed my newfound determination, because their bites and scratches began assailing me with more speed than ever before.

I gritted my teeth against the pain and kept pushing myself, moving closer to my sword. I was finally able to grab the handle, and I picked up my sword to turn it against the attacking swarm.

I slashed against the swarm, scaring them back long enough to be able to rise unsteadily to my feet. Once I somewhat gained my footing, I continued attacking the bats, and they began dropping like flies. Some kept trying to sneak up on me from behind, but I saw them and was able to turn and slash them each time.

Finally, I defeated the last bat, and I sat in the newfound silence of the cavernous room around me. The fog rolled away, leaving me in the middle of the carnage I created. After fighting what felt like a million bats, only about eight corpses lay around me.

I hissed at the sudden jolt of pain in my body and looked down. My outfit had numerous tears all over it, decorated in between tears with blood and dirt, and I was actively bleeding from places that I often overlooked on normal days. My head swam, and I fell to my knees before crawling toward the elevator, still dizzy from battle.

“Haley…” I groaned, “Haley… It’s safe now.”

The door opened and I heard her audibly gasp, “Oh my Yoba! What happened?!” She helped me into the elevator, an action that ignited the pain all over me again. I couldn’t help but let out a loud groan, “We have to get you to Harvey.”

I leaned my head against the cool wall of the elevator as she pressed the level zero button, “It’s late. He’s closed…”

“Trust me.” Haley insisted as the doors closed, “I think he’ll take this emergency call.” The elevator began to move and she crouched over me, “Where does it hurt?”

I looked into her eyes, willing myself not to drown in the ocean blue as I groaned, “Everywhere…”

The sad look returned to her eyes, “This looks really bad. I don’t think I can walk you to the hospital like this.”

I raised my hand and cupped it against her cheek, “Haley…”

She held my hand and I winced as a stinging sensation came alive in it. I then watched as Haley slid my backpack off my shoulders and dug inside.

“A-ha!” She pulled out a roll of gauze and got to work on my overalls, quickly dropping them around my hips before raising my shirt over my arms. Her resulting gasp bounced around in the small elevator.

I looked down to see that I looked a lot worse off underneath my clothes. My bra somehow remained intact, but blood oozed out of all the bite and scratch marks that covered me. I shuddered as the cold air brushed against my skin. It almost relieved the pain. Almost.

“Hold still.” Haley began wrapping my arm in gauze, “Hopefully, this should slow your bleeding until we can get to Harvey.” She shifted to begin wrapping my torso before adding, “I think I saw this in one of those doctor shows, once.”

I chuckled at this before wincing at the motion. All I could do painlessly was watch as my wife poured over me, focus knitting her brows. Damn! She looks sexy when she’s focused.

I accidentally let part of my idea slip out of my mouth, so Haley heard, “Mmn…Sexy…”

She looked at me and raised her eyebrows, “Oh, Yoba! You’re delirious already?!” I wasn’t really concerned. I just wanted her to kiss me… Maybe I was delirious.

She finished wrapping my torso and other arm before helping me back into my clothes, “Sorry! There isn’t enough to do your legs.”

“Sssfine…” I mumbled.

She then helped me to my feet and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and we stepped out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened.

I leaned against Haley’s body, trying, with extreme difficulty, to keep most of my weight off of her as we left the mines. The sky was dark, but little stars in the sky lit our way through the darkness. All was quiet. All was calm. It was nice.

As we walked, I caught a whiff of something and turned towards Haley to take a deeper sniff. Somehow, the scent of her shampoo survived our trip into the depths.

“Strawberries and cream…” I sighed into her hair.

“I know it’s your favorite shampoo of mine.” She softly giggled as we passed Robin’s house.

A beat of silence passed as we approached the community center. Haley sighed, “I was so worried in there.”

“Hmm?” I stumbled before Haley quickly caught me and we kept moving. My legs hurt so badly. It felt like they were getting pricked and stabbed over and over. I just hoped we were close to the hospital.

“You were defending me while I just stood around doing nothing.” She frowned, “Just shows how useless I am.” I squinted as the darkness and my dizziness worked against my eyes, threatening to hide my wife’s face from me.

We were nearing Pierre’s general store as I tried to reassure her, “No… You’re not…”

We finally made it to the door of the hospital and Haley knocked harshly on the door, “Don’t worry about that now. We’re here.”

I let out a deep sigh, frustrated that my body was giving out, unable to keep up with my mind. It was a miracle I didn’t pass out already, but that wasn’t enough for me. After a heartbeat of silence, Haley knocked again.

“Harvey!” She called, “Harvey! Please, come out!” She knocked again, “Harvey, please!”

I wanted to be able to hold her and reassure her that everything was alright. That I would be fine and that she was the exact opposite of useless. That I appreciated her trying new things with me, helping me on the farm, and even joining me in the mines. I wanted to say that I loved her so much that the idea of not having her around could drive me crazy.

But all I could do was watch as the hospital door slowly cracked open and the edges of my vision slowly went black, “Haley? OH MY YOBA!!!” Harvey’s face contorted with pure shock and horror once his eyes landed on me, “What happened to you two?!”

“I’m fine!” Haley responded, “It’s her! She needs help.” Every voice began to sound like I was listening to it from underwater.

Harvey opened the door and beckoned us inside, “Come in! Let me help.”

The black at the edges of my vision slowly rolled in, and my body began to feel heavy.

“Alm.. th… ay?” Haley said something that was really difficult to hear, “...d on… St’a… ttl… thr…”

All I could do was softly sigh before everything went black.

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When I came to, I found myself on one of the hospital beds. Haley sat next to me, holding my hand. It was bandaged up, along with the rest of my body. Other than the bandages, the only thing covering me was a lightweight blanket.

“You’re awake!” Haley teared up, “I’m so happy!”

“What happened?” I didn’t think I had the strength to bring my voice above a mumble, yet.

“Harvey had to do a blood transfusion.” She brought her other hand to hold mine in both of hers, “But he was struggling to find a match for you.”

A match? Someone in Pelican Town had the same blood type as me? My mind raced, “Who was it?”

“He’s in the other room.” She was dodging the question.

“Haley.” I tried to bring her back on track.

“Harvey’s giving him some cookies and juice to get his energy back up.” Clearly, that didn’t work.

“Haley…” I tried again.

“And Harvey says you should be up and running again in as little as a few days. Isn’t that great?” Damn! She’s persistent.

“Haley, please! Answer the question. Who was my match?”

Haley sighed, “Okay, okay… You matched with Alex.”

WHAT?! I refused to believe it. There was no way Alex would help me. Last time I checked, we didn’t particularly like each other.

“I know it’s hard to believe,” Haley started, “But he’s a good person.”

“Color me surprised.” I dryly remarked.

“Forget that,” She dismissed, “Though I expect you to thank him later.”

“I will.” I sighed.

Haley just chuckled to herself, “I know you will. You’re very kind.” I smirked at her before she continued, “You’re very kind to me, at least.” She brushed some of my hair away from my face, “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Haley,” I started, “Don’t say that.”

“It’s true!” She frowned, “You got hurt really badly, just for me.”

“I couldn’t bear to live in a world where I let you get hurt.” I pulled her hands up to my face to give them an affectionate kiss, “You mean the world to me, Lee. Remember that.”

“How?” Haley sniffled, tears collecting in her eyes again, “All I’m good for is taking stupid pictures, reading magazines, and going shopping. I’m useless! No, now I’m worse than useless. I’m a burden! How could you love someone like me? How could you risk getting hurt this badly for me? I try helping out in the mines to make myself useful, but look at what I did.” Her tears began spilling over her cheeks, “This is all my fault.”

I decided to take this moment to sit up. I groaned at the pain of the movement, but it wasn’t bad enough to keep me down, “Haley,” I framed her face with my hands, “None of this is your fault. You are precious to me. That’s why I wanted to protect you. By the way, your photos are beautiful. They’re works of art. It’s a wonder they aren’t in one of those magazines you like reading.” She sadly smiled, and I wiped away another tear with my thumb before continuing, “And I would take you shopping an infinite amount of times if it meant getting to see that little sparkle of joy in your eyes when I get you a cute new skirt. You don’t have to earn my love, Lee. You had it from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I pulled her in and kissed her on the cheek before resting my face in the crook of her neck, “You are not a burden. You’re the love of my life. You’re my highest privilege.”

I felt her wrap her arms around me, and it barely hurt when she did, “You really mean that?”

“I do.” I kissed her again, before trailing rapid kisses around her face and neck, breathing in between each one, “I do. I do. I do. I do…”

She softly giggled, “I love you.”

I broke my streak of kisses to look her in her eyes, “I love you, too, Lee. I love you so much.” I kissed her forehead, “The moment I make you believe otherwise is the moment I’ve failed as your wife.”

“Impossible.” She smiled, “You’re the best wife in the world.”

“Thank you,” I smirked, “But I think my wife is a lot cooler than yours.”

A light pink dusted her cheeks as she giggled, “Maybe we can settle for a tie?”

“Maybe.” I held Haley to my chest and we both sighed in content and comfort, “Maybe…”

[reigningcheesesun]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ RETH x READER

wc: 2983 tags: fem!reader, she/her reader pronouns, reth from palia, canon events (i guess could be spoilery?), finding your shepp, self indulgent writing, not proofread or beta read :D

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“Find a shepp,” you muttered to yourself with a sigh. It was hard enough trying to navigate this newfound world, let alone trying to find a shepp per Eshe’s request. Since spawning into this place they called Kilima Village, you had been thrown into task after task. How would you ever find the time to build relationships with the villagers if you were always busy? You decided that today you would take a break from being the errand girl for everyone and instead would meet everyone you could find in hopes that you would find someone who would be willing to be your shepp. Up until now, you had only briefly spoken to most of the town, but no one knew you well enough to be your shepp just yet.

As you came into town, you assumed that Ashura would probably have wise words of advice on the fact of the matter. Hurrying along, you walked into the inn to find Ashura at his desk. 

“Hey, Ashura!” you said cheerily as you approached him. The large, gentle giant softly smiled. “Welcome in, y/n! Good to see you today. How are things going for ya?” he asked.

“Honestly? Well, I need some advice. You know this place, and the people, better than anyone, so I was going to see if you have any tips for me on picking a shepp?” 

“A shepp? So that’s what Eshe has you doing, I see. Well, many of the townsfolk would be more than happy to be a shepp- but,” he gave you a look, “asking them to be your own comes with a lot of responsibility on their part. You don’t want just anyone to be your shepp, and it should be someone you feel close to or have a connection with.”

“Responsibility? Eshe didn’t really explain much of all this to me. I thought they just told Eshe ‘Yep, she’s one of us!’ and that was it.”

Ashura chuckled. “In a way, yes, that is what they do. But their job as your shepp doesn’t stop there. They’re responsible for you, so anything you do- whether that’s good or bad- reflects upon them, too. Likewise, anything they do can also affect your own standing in Eshe’s eyes, if you get what I mean.”

“Oh… so we are kinda tied to each other’s social standing?” The wheels in your head began to turn. Who would you choose as your shepp then? It seemed the task wasn’t going to be as easy as you once thought it’d be.

“Yes, at least in the beginning it will be. But once you’re on your feet, most of us will forget who you picked as your shepp and there won’t be a little red string tying you guys together anymore. But don’t just rush into it, you’ve got all the time you need to pick someone who best fits you and your lifestyle. I know you aren’t Majiri like us, but maybe figuring out what path you like can help you narrow down your candidates.”

“Path. That’s right! A lot of you guys have your own path, so maybe I should find one I could call my own as well. Thanks, Ashura! I knew you’d be a big help for sure.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s what I’m here for, of course. Kilima Village has a pretty good variety of those in different paths, there is a path for everyone- from farming, furniture making, to cooking-  you’ll figure it out.” Ashura placed a hand on your shoulder and gave a soft smile before walking past you to go about his day.

There is a path for everyone. Surely someone in this town had a path you could find yourself in, you just had to figure out who it was. As you stood there, racking your brain through the makeshift list of names in your head, you heard the rumbling coming from your stomach. You had been so immersed in your search for finding a shepp today that you forgot to make yourself something to eat. You looked around the inn, seeing the bar open for business.

“What’cha got on the menu today, Reth?” you asked as you put your hands on the counter. The elf playfully contemplated his response, acting as if he was thinking long and hard about it. “Well, I would say my famous lettuce soup, but I’d be willing to whip up something different if you wanted,” he said with a smirk.

“As much as I love your lettuce soup, I don’t think I can have that for breakfast. How about some bacon-stuffed mushrooms? What do I have to do to get some of those on your menu?” you laughed. Reth was someone who was fun to talk to, in your opinion. You knew that the rest of the town had their own opinions about him, but none of it mattered to you. You enjoyed how go with the flow he was and how he always seemed to take each day one at a time.

“You know what, for you, I can make those. Just don’t tell people I make stuff off the menu.” He winked and turned around to start prepping the food. As you watched him chop the ingredients and assemble your meal, you wondered what his thoughts were on paths and choosing a shepp. “Reth, what do you think I should do about finding a shepp? Ashura said I should find someone who’s on a path that I can find myself in, but I don’t even know where to start.”

Reth scoffed to himself. “You sure you want to ask me about paths and shepps? I don’t think I’m really the best one to give you any advice on that, y/n. But if you wanna know how I feel, I think that these paths people take just because their parents do is a little outdated of an idea. I think what Ashura means is finding a path that you like, that you enjoy doing. You lucked out being human, even if you changed your mind, no one is really gon’ say much about it.” His tone changed towards the end of his sentence.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard. The Majiri don’t seem too understanding if you change paths… but I’m sure you know it all too well, but I’m glad you’re doing something you like.”

“Me too, this stuff is way more fun than getting splinters all day and hammering away on furniture,” he said as he put the plate of bacon-stuffed mushrooms in front of you. The food looked immaculate, you could tell it was made by someone who truly loved what they were doing.

Hey, Reth,” you said quietly as you started to cut the food into pieces. Reth turned around and wiped his hands on his apron. “Yeah? What’s up? It’s not good? Don’t tell me that, just lie to me,” he snickered.

“No, no. It’s not the food, this is good, great even,” you said as you finished a bite. “Do you think, maybe, you would be my shepp?”

Reth looked astounded by the question. “What?! ME ?! Y/N, I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself as a shepp. Maybe if I knew you better, but even then, you sure you want me to be that person? I don’t really have the best reputation in the village.”

You pushed the food around on the plate, almost feeling stupid for even thinking he’d agree to something so serious. It wasn’t like Reth to be tied to anything, let alone a new person in the village who was asking a lot of him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. You’re probably right,” you said quietly.

Reth leaned on the counter and met your eye level. “Look, if it comes down to it and you still don’t have someone, then I’ll do it. But there’s gotta be someone way better out there for your decision than this guy. But I will do it if no one else will-”

“Really?!” you exclaimed, cutting him off. Reth put up his index finger. “Yeah, but on one condition,” he chuckled. “You just have to promise to keep coming into the inn and having breakfast, lunch, and dinner here for a while before I really agree to it. I gotta know the person I’m shepping for before saying yes for real, don’t I?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You know what, Reth. I think I can do that, but only if you promise me you won’t make me lettuce soup every time I come in.” Reth laughed heartily at your response and nodded his head in approval. “Fine, you got a deal.” He made his way to the other side of the counter to take someone else’s order and began prepping their food for them. 

It was hard not to watch in awe as he prepared the orders he had coming in. He was meticulous with his cuts and attentive to all timers in the kitchen, basically ready to take stuff out before the timers could even go off. It was like watching an artist paint a masterpiece as he plated the food and garnished it before passing it across the counter. As you continued to watch, you admired how much fun it looked like he had cooking. Finally, you finished your food.

“Reth,” you called to him as you placed your coins on the counter. “For the food.” You got off the seat and waved goodbye. “See ya later, Y/N! I’ll be here all day,” he laughed as he waved back. You left the inn in a better state than you came in, at least you knew that if all else failed with the rest of the town, Reth had promised to be your shepp.

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The coming weeks didn’t bring any result in picking a shepp. Everyone was either too busy to commit to it or didn’t feel right with your relationship being so new with them. You walked into the inn and sat at the bar, laying your head in your arms and letting out a long sigh.

“Hey, hey, hey. This is a ‘no-sad-human-zone’, you can’t do that here,” Reth said as he leaned on the counter in front of you, resting his head in his palm. “Ughhh,” you groaned dramatically. “Wow, that bad, huh? I bet I know what will fix it.” He snapped his finger and walked into the back of the bar where the pantry and other cooking supplies were at. A few moments later, you could feel him put down a plate of food on the counter beside you. “This one’s on the house,” he said as you raised your head up to look at what he brought out. It was a fresh bowl of ramen, complete with boiled eggs and green onions on top. Reth leaned over and whispered to you. “Just don’t tell anyone I let you have it for free, okay?” He winked and grabbed a cleaning rag to start wiping off the counter.

You appreciated the sentiment, especially coming from Reth since you two were starting to grow a little closer after all the visits you had promised to make to the inn. “Reth, what do you do outside of this place?” Reth paused for a moment, a little confused by the question. “You mean like once I leave work? Uh… I do…. stuff, I guess.” His tone implied he wasn’t really trying to answer the question, but you couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Well, are you going somewhere when you’re done today?” you asked, not really sure where you were going with the series of questions.

“I have a few things I have to do later tonight, but nothing right after we close up here. Why? You tryin' to ask me to hangout?” He chuckled and kept wiping the counter. 

“Actually, yeah. Do you want to?” You were still unsure yourself what was even going on, but the conversation just seemed to flow naturally. You did want to know more about Reth after all this time, and he did say he needed to know you more before officially agreeing to be your shepp. Short conversations over a meal while he worked weren’t really the best way for you two to get to know each other.

“Oh, uh,” Reth said, scratching the back of his head and smiling. “I didn’t expect you to actually say that was the plan. But ya know what, I think we can do that. Why don’t you come back later at say, 6pm? I’ll be finishing up here and we can go somewhere then. How’s that sound?”

“Sure, that sounds good. Thanks, Reth.” You started to eat your food as you noticed Reth checking the clock on the wall. “I’ll be right back, I have to.. Get a few things from the storeroom.” Reth scurried off out of the bar and rushed down the stairs to the basement area. After a few minutes, you felt a large hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Ashura standing beside you, he looked like he needed something.

“Have you seen Reth? I got a few things I need to talk to that boy about, but he’s always in and out doing things,” he said.

“He just had to go to the storeroom for something, but when he gets back I can let him know that you need him?” You gave a shrug as you suggested.

“Yeah, that’ll work. Thanks, Y/N. I have to head out to the garden, but he should know where to find me.” He gave a sincere smile and left the inn. You looked up at the clock. Reth had been gone for at least 10 minutes. What on earth does he have to even get down there? And what about his job? Luckily, the bar wasn’t full of people waiting on him, but what if it was? He would be in high water with Ashura come the end of the day, and you definitely didn’t want to see if that sweet man was capable of bringing down the hammer.

You glanced around the bar; it didn’t look like anyone was coming to get food anytime soon so you decided to go downstairs to see if Reth needed help with whatever it was he was getting. You got up from the bar and made your way down the steps of the inn. It was your first time down there, but the store room was just across the room past the little boat docks under the inn. As you grabbed the door handle, you felt it turn and pull open as Reth left the storeroom. “Oh! Uh.. Y/N, what are you doing down here?” he asked nervously.

“Well, you were gone for so long, I thought maybe you needed some help or something. And plus, Ashura said he was looking for you.” Reth let out a groan. “Yeah, I forgot I have some errands I have to run tonight for him. He’s probably just reminding me.” He let out a soft sigh under his breath. “We may have to reschedule our little hangout tonight, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, that’s fine…,” you said. The two of you sat awkwardly in silence for a moment before you broke it. “Maybe I can help you with some of the errands so you get done early?” Reth’s face lit up at the offer. “Hey! That just might work.” He snapped his fingers. “How about you do a few of the deliveries and pick up some things, and I’ll take care of the rest? I promise the deliveries aren’t that bad, just a handful of things to take and pick up.”

His bright smile made you smile as well. “Sure, you just tell me where to go.” Reth pulled out his order pad and wrote down the people to deliver to and who to pick up ingredients from. “There, that should be it. Eshe’s stuff’s all done, just upstairs in the back fridge. You’d be a real lifesaver doing this for me.”

You took the list and walked back upstairs with Reth. He led you into the back kitchen area and got the delivery package out of the fridge and handed it to you. “Careful with it, it’s a luxury to deliver this special dinner of mine to Eshe. Gotta deliver it safely or it’s both our hides that’ll be skinned,” he chuckled. “And just let the others know you’re picking up for me, they should have the stuff ready for you. Thanks again.” He bashfully smiled, something you hadn’t really seen before, but it was endearing. “No problem, I’ll be back before long,” you said before you left the inn.

Eshe’s delivery was your first priority, so you made your way across the bridge down from the stables and found her waiting, impatiently to no surprise. “Hey, Eshe! Have something for you,” you said as you pulled the package out and offered it to her. You watched Eshe look at the package and then back up at you before taking it. “So Reth has you doing his job for him? Hmph, seems fitting. This better be what I’ve been waiting for, not like that awful lettuce soup he pushes every time you order at the inn.”

“He doesn’t have me doing them, I offered to just help him out. I’m sure the food he made is well up to par; he really puts in a lot of work into his food, ya know,” you said assuredly. Eshe scoffed at your reply and tucked the package under her arm. “For his sake, I hope it is. If not, he will surely hear about it.” She walked off towards her house and left you standing there alone.

“These people really feel some type of way about him, don’t they?” you mumbled to yourself. 

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[swann-song]

daydreaming - part four

summary: you agreed to go on a date with pierre chavanges. he needs to make a good impression.

pierre sneaked a glance at you over the menu, this is the first chance he’s had to actually look at you. on the car ride over, you’d spent the whole time changing the music in the car, you were taking it very seriously and he hadn’t wanted to interrupt. at le cheval blanc you were sat outside with a lush garden. the warm night was filled with the sounds of summer and the gentle conversation of the tables around you created a good atmosphere.

he ran his fingers through his hair again, it has grown longer and tickles his brows, he had rushed out the door evading his mothers questions. he had spent the whole day preparing mentally and physically, he had changed his outfit four times, settling on a black button up and trousers. pierre has been on enough awkward first dates to keep his expectations low. unfortunately, the stakes feel high and he’s apprehensive, he’s never wanted to connect with someone as badly as he does with you but he doesn’t know how. how do you let someone know you want to be important to them.

he watched you study the menu, you poke your cheek as you decided and mutter to yourself. "i’m getting the sea bass then" you said with a finality. you looked up at pierre and his heart skipped a beat.

your lips were a blurry red and inviting. he loved the way your eyes sparkled at him, smiling at him sweetly every time your eyes met. he was thoroughly enjoying that. your hair cascades around you and frames your face, reminds him of the romantic impressionists. you were wearing a short black dress, tight on your waist but flowing around your thighs. the sleeves are long and elegant, sliding up your arm when you move. he likes watching your fingers reach for the wine, likes the way a sip stains your lips a little.

the conversation flowed, pierre had been worried but he had an endless list of questions. you answered him freely, stories from your childhood, your friends and work. he liked the way you spoke to him intimately, like you’d known him for years. he found you funny, be it your stories from university or the witty remarks you’d use to punctuate your sentences. he could tell you read a lot, you spoke vividly and he was engaged. he even surprised himself and offered his own jokes, not wanting burden you with all of the nights entertainment. he liked the way you laughed with him, the sound sweet and you made yourself breathless.

"and then she threw the mic across the room" you were telling him about your friends birthday party. it had been at jd's bar and he remembered his own friend telling him the story. "well it’s nice to hear your point of view, jd had said it was just because you were all wasted", "his karaoke didn’t have abba" you interject, pierre nodded, "right, so now i see it, in a way, it was his own fault". you both burst into giggles and the waiter turns annoyed.

three hours had already passed, the candles dwindling, the other patrons had left. pierre was shocked at the time, it was going too fast. he hadn’t felt like this before, no rush to leave. he already knew all your favourite films, books, music, your childhood friends and pets, core memories and your first driving lesson fail. he knew your dreams for the future, your current frustrations with life. it didn’t feel like enough, he felt greedy, wanting to know more and more about you.

you were the most interesting person he’d met, when he would ask question after question, you asked him to stop the interrogation. pierre couldn’t help it, he offered himself as well. he told you his own stories. his many endless nights making trouble with his friends. the two years he’d travelled to italy before he took over the farm. the pressures of a lineage farm on his shoulder, the endless repetition. the silence after the dessert was comfortable but pierre’s heart was still beating fast. your cheeks were flushed, your neck tipped back, taking in the night stars.

you suddenly sat up straight, looking into pierre’s eyes earnestly. "you know pierre, i fucking love cows" pierre covered his face with his hand, shaking it. trying to suppress his laughter. "i really do pierre" you had reached across the table, your fingers curling around his wrist. "now do you think i could get one.. i could get one of yours you know, just a baby, i just need a baby one… you could help me, i’ve read a few books already and you know basically everyone else has one, you could give me one"

pierre was certain you were too tipsy now, he nodded at you. he paid for dinner and held your hand in one hand, your coat in the other. he slowly guided you to his car as you were trying to convince him he should sell you one of his new calf. in the car, you were silent, looking out into the fields, you sometimes made a comment about the song playing on the radio. as he drove up to your apartment complex, pierre was feeling nervous. the date had gone well, in his eyes it did. pierre knew himself, he recognised it, he was already half in love. that’s why he was feeling on edge, he needed to know how you felt. he thought he knew, from the way you flushed at his compliments and stared at his lips but he needed to know for certain.

"i really enjoyed tonight" you were speaking almost timidly. pierre was glad you did, he turned to you and smiled softly. "so did i, i really want to see you again" pierre watched you stare straight ahead, he took in your profile. your perfume filled his car, he was hoping it would linger when your gone. you took a minute, pierre didn’t want to rush you. you nodded and met his eyes.

your hand rose to his jaw, your soft fingers stroke up to his cheek and pierre fell into it. your eyes sparkle up at him, lips parted and breath laboured. pierre’s hand slides up your arm and meets yours, he tangles your fingers with his and pulls them away. he moves closer to you, you sit back, a puzzled look. pierre’s hand moves to the nape of your neck, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. he pulls your head to his and wraps his other arm around you. his lips meet yours. your lips are so soft, sweet from the wine, he falls in deep. he feels your heart beating fast against his own, no doubt beating just as fast. tilting your head back a little, his tongue finds yours, and he hold you tighter. his hands tangle in your silky hair, he strokes your back. pierre feels overwhelmed, by your taste, the scent of you and your body in his arms, so giving and warm.

your arms move up from his chest to dangle from his shoulders. your hanging onto each kiss and pierre hears a soft moan from you. he pulls away quick. how could you make that noise against his lips. he needed to be reasonable since your not being so. your eyes look up at him big, a little whiplashed from the sudden lack of warmth. you arms are still around his neck and you softly purr his name. pierre stroked your arm, pulling your sleeve back and plants gentle kisses on it. he tries to ignore your pout and how hard it’s making him. your eyes narrow at him and he pulls your arms off him while he intertwines your fingers in his. pierre avoids looking at you in an attempt to suppress that icy sharp desire he feels.

"it’s getting late, i’ll call you tomorrow okay" pierre kisses the tips of your fingers in apology, keeping his head low and feels you relax beside him. you kiss his cheek quickly and jump out, closing the door you look at him through the open window. "good night pierre, remember you owe me a calf". pierre feels his heart flipping and wishes you a good night but not making any promises.

daydreaming masterlist

[gaysullengirl]

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞. 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, black cat

❝  fucked up, anxious ❞ -imperfect for you, ariana grande

Since Spencer took the subway to work everyday Isabelle gave him a ride to the bar.

According to Spencer it was the bar the team went to almost every time.

It was perfect- they had music but it wasn’t too loud, it was never super busy, and the lighting wasn’t too harsh nor too dreary.

“It’s a busy night, I guess.” Spencer commented when they walked in, there wasn’t an ambulance of people but it was definitely busy.

Emily waved the two over to a booth, on one side sat Morgan, Emily and Garcia and the other sat Isabelle, Spencer, and Jj.

Morgan handed the new addition to the team a beer and she gladly accepted while spencer denied with a disgusted look on his face.

“So Isabelle, where are you from?” Emily asked, the team hadn’t really got a chance to know Isabelle, they worked a case right after one and their minds were pre occupied by wondering how Spencer was doing.

“Oh I’m from Warrenton, it’s a small farming town just an hour away from here.” Isabelle responded.

“It’s nice that your parents are kinda close! My parents live four and a half hours away.” Jj said.

“Yeah.” Isabelle said in a flat tone, “Do you visit your parents a lot?” Asked Derek.

“No- well they don’t live there anymore.” Isabelle responded and slightly sunk into the booth.

Thankfully Spencer re directed the conversation and the group talked for a while- after an hour Jj had to return home.

Emily was currently using the restroom while Derek dragged Spencer to get drinks with him.

“I know your mom is missing too!” Garcia blurted.

Isabelle felt her heart drop, she stared into Penelope’s eyes.

“Um I-I when I was looking into your sister’s disappearance I noticed your mom is also missing too- not officially but she kinda just dropped of the face of the earth.”

“She left us.” Isabelle choked out.

“She never emptied her bank account or anything she-.”

“No offense but you weren’t there and I was, she left and probably went back to Mexico or something.”

“Probably?-“

“Here are your drinks, ladies.” Morgan announced while handing Garcia a strawberry daiquiri and Isabelle an espresso martini.

“One second, I’ll be right back” Isabelle announced just as Emily returned to her seat.

“She’s got you in a choke hold, huh?” Morgan laughed.

“What?” Spencer inquired, his voice going up an octave.

“A few days ago you were at each other’s throats, and now you’re fine so I suspect Spencer’s in love.” He said the last part in a sing songy voice.

“No, we just made up.”

“You kissed and made up?” Derek smirked.

“No we just made up.” Spencer defended and saw Emily smile, “Come one Emily! you can’t seriously believe Derek.”

“I don’t know.” She laughed.

“What we aren’t having relations whatsoever!” He protested.

“Holy shit your face is so red.” Morgan laughed.

“Awww! Baby Spence is blushing.” Garcia laughed and gently pinched his cheek.

Spencer swiped her hand away and covered his cheek.

Isabelle walked to the table, “Hey guys, I’m gonna get going.”

“Do you want me to drive you home? you had two and a half drinks.”

“Thanks but I’m fine.”

Spencer opened his mouth to object, “and for my weight 4 drinks per hour is the number of drinks need to reach an .08% BAC.” Isabelle argued but still saw worry in Spencer’s eyes.

“If you really want you can watch me walk in a straight line.” Isabelle joked.

“Okay.” Spencer said and sat back waiting for Isabelle to walk.

“I was joking, Spence.” She smiled, “I’m perfectly coherent, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She smiled and ruffled his hair.

Spencer was preoccupied watching Isabelle leave the bar to notice his co workers snickering.

He turned toward them and Morgan spoke, “Spencer you are whipped!”

“No I’m not!”

“Spencer do you even know what that means?” Emily asked and Spencer shook his head.

“Should we tell him?” Emily asked Morgan and Garcia, they both shook their heads.

“I don’t know what you guys mean but once I find out I will disapprove that accusation.”

୨୧

Isabelle did everything in her power to avoid Penelope the next day, she had almost made it, she was walking to the elevator when Penelope stopped her.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it and that’s fine! and I won’t tell anyone- I mean last time I said that I ended up telling Spencer about your sister- but that’s because I didn’t know you and I was hoping Spencer could talk with you.”

“Anyway I pinky swear this time I won’t tell anyone!” She let out a heavy breath.

“and if you ever need to talk to someone I’m here.”She smiled, “oh! and here’s a figurine for your desk!” Garcia exclaimed.

She handed Isabelle a small black cat figurine that adorned a dark red collar.

“You remind me of a black cat because you’re quiet and reserved and I noticed you wear a lot of red.”

“Did you buy this for me?”

“No, I have a bunch of different cats and dogs with different collars, that one used to have a light blue collar but I painted it red for you.”

“You painted it just for me?” Isabelle asked in disbelief, it was such a simple gesture that meant so much to Isabelle.

She engulfed Penelope in a hug, which surprised both of them, it seemed like Isabelle’s body hugged her before she could even think.

Isabelle awkwardly pulled away.

Penelope couldn’t resist smiling “You know one day I’ll give you an orange cat figure instead.”

Isabelle raised her eyebrows, “Black cats are perceived as more standoffish but orange cats are perceived as more friendly and open, one day you’ll act like that around us.”

“You’re slowly starting to become part of the family.”

authors note!

posting this at panera lol

[lostlegendaerie]

Backyard Chickens: A Master Post

So you want your own little dinosaurs to eat your table scraps and make breakfast for you in the sunny months. Well! I am here to provide a quick starter to getting your own flock set up - and yes, for urban chickens as well.

Things to consider:

What can you have? Local laws usually dictate how many chickens can be kept per household/acre. Laws can vary by state and city. Look this up first. You can usually keep more bantams (miniature chickens) than their full-size cousins, and with chickens being so social I do recommend bantams for urban/suburban yards.

What weather will they be exposed to? Indoor chickens can generate a lot of dust, but small outdoor coops can be difficult to heat safely. Dual purpose breeds are usually more cold-hardy than layer varieties, and everybody likes fresh water and shade in the heat. Frozen water bottles left outside to thaw can keep birds cool, too.

What will eat them? I have had little losses to foxes, personally, and more to neighborhood dogs. Raccoons are nearly everywhere in North America and will tear open fences to eat your babies. (I would know. I've had to deal with the aftermath.) Rabbit hutches are a good starter for bantams, but a good coop made of wood and a yard made of hardware cloth or dog fence panels (and with netting on top for hawks/owls) will keep out most things. Weasels/mink will fit through gaps bigger than an inch, so be careful of that, too.

What do they need? Chickens love to scratch and forage (and some can fly short distances and modest heights) so if you're letting them on the lawn be prepared for them to eat it - no pesticides on that turf! At night, they prefer to sleep on perches/something with a bit of height to it and do best locked in their coop where other critters can't eat them. A place to nest and lay their eggs in their coop (otherwise they will find their own little secret place, God help you find it) and a place to dust-bathe (like chinchillas) to help keep mites and lice out of their feathers. They'll also need some grit and calcium - crushed oyster shell (or their own eggshells) will help.

Where can I get them? Many farm and feed stores like Tractor Supply Company will sell baby chicks during the spring, but if you're looking for specific bantams or unusual breeds I recommend checking out your State Fair or a Poultry Association show [American version located here] and check it out. They're free admission, generally, and almost every show has people who bring birds to sell. While the demographics tend to slant pretty "red" I have seen plenty of blue hair and pronouns at poultry shows. Facebook can also be a great resource.

How do I get everyone to get along? Chickens are notoriously territorial, with a vicious pecking order that make Mean Girls a documentary. Chickens who are raised from chicks together will get along best, but if you need to add more I would introduce two or more at a time (so the newbies have a friend) and put them in a nearby yard/cage for a few days until everyone has worked out their opinions through the bars of a cage. Some breeds are sweeter than others (buff orpington) and some are.... spicy (Plymouth rocks).

Saro's Personal Breed Recommendations

Dual Purpose (cold weather) - Black Australorps , Buff Orpington, New Hampshire Reds are all generally pretty good natured and calm. The platonic ideal of a chicken.

Layer breeds (warm weather) - Leghorns are the go-to, but I have a soft spot for Hamburg as well. And of course, who wouldn't love a chicken who lays dark brown (Marans) or green/blue (Ameraucauna) eggs?

Bantams - D'Anvers with their little beards are my all time favorite and have the biggest personalities in my experience, but Old English Game (even more zippity) and Black Sumatras (all black, even down to the skin, and shockingly calm in hand) are high on the list as well. And everyone loves the fluffy-faced Silkie or feather footed Cochin.

Hopefully this is enough to get you started! Feel free to send me questions or add on with a couple of your own tips (especially non-US people and those with indoor chickens). I've been raising them for eggs, pets, and for show since 2005, but I am always eager to learn.

[nimuetheseawitch]

John and Vala Rec List

I love John, I love Vala, and I think they'd be incredible friends, but there aren't a ton of fics about them. So here are some fic recs, posted with the author's summaries unless otherwise noted. Friendship fics are listed first, then slash fics.

Fics where John & Vala are the main focus:

Glad You're Here by Catalina_Leigh (1k, T, gen)

The SGC may not be Atlantis, but at least John has Vala, who loves movies and popcorn as much as he does. And she's happy to have him around.

The SGC Guide To Intergalactic Hookups: An Etiquette Manual by bomberqueen17 (12k, T, John/Rodney, Vala/Daniel)

Not the author's summary: this is part of a larger series, and is set during The Return. Additionally in this series, John and Vala meet in New Friends, he sends her a gift in Rotary Cutter, and she joins him and many others for Christmas in A House A Home.

Fics where John & Vala aren't the main focus:

G******, Pirates and Thieves* (series) by auburn (372k total, M/T, many ships, mostly John/Rodney

Author's summary from the first fic: Vala Mal Doran and her partners, renegades Jehan abd-Ba'al and Meredith McKay, hijack the Tau'ri ship Prometheus and leave the Milky Way behind in search of the Lost City of the Ancients, Atlantis.

No Good Deed by forestgreen (65k, M, John/Cam, Daniel/Jack)

John opened the closed record that Stargate Command had on him and skipped over its content: "Dr John Sheppard, Civilian Consultant to the U.S. Air Force, member of SG-1, PhD in Applied Mathematics and PhD in Computer Science, gifted mathematician with a penchant for stealing, trustworthy." A small, satisfied smirk crooked John's lips. He struck the last part out and added a correction in red: "Gifted thief with a penchant for mathematics, not to trust." He saved the document and erased all traces of his presence in the system. It'd take a while for McKay to figure out that John had found yet another weakness in the SGC network. He ordered pizza and waited for the rest of the SG-1 to arrive. It was Mitchell's turn to pick the movie.

Gray Skies (series) by bluflamingo (27k total, T/E/G, John/Cam)

Not the author's summary: Post-Vegas, John ends up on SG-5 with Cam, Cadman, and Vala.

John/Vala

Good Vibrations by nimuetheseawitch (3k, E, John/Vala)

Vala has discovered the sex toy stores of San Francisco while visiting Atlantis in the Bay and needs to try out all her new gear. John is willing to help. (shameless self-plug)

When There's Nothing Left to Burn by auburn (8k, M, John /Vala, Rodney/Vala)

Neither of them tend to think about the consequences.

Home is Where? by Lyl (2k, T, John/Vala)

The day he was finally assigned his own team, John read their service records and promptly decided to find the nearest bar and get drunk.

So Good to You by busaikko (6k, T, Vala/John, past John/Cam)

Rodney had extorted a promise from John to not get recruited into SG-1 while he was on temporary re-assignment to the SGC. As John finished reciting his marriage vows from the crib-sheet Mitchell had handed him, he suspected Rodney would never let him live this down.

A Wanted Distraction by esteefee (1k, M, John/Vala)

"I thought you were supposed to have magical powers or something," Vala said. "Can't you just think the door open like a good boy?" If she didn't stop squirming like that, John was going to—well, there wasn't a hell of a lot he could do, considering he couldn't move an inch or two in either direction.

Pretty Pickle by esteefee (6k, M, John/Vala)

Vala and John get up to some mischief in the Milky Way.

John/Vala/more

Blame the Apocalypse by estefee (5k, E, John/Sam/Vala)

They stuck to the coastline, because the zombies—infected humans—instinctively avoided the ocean, what with the way saltwater made them dissolve.

Three Days in the Valley by Anagrrl (5k, T, John/Vala/Cam)

Cam never thought he'd be here, out on the sand and scrub. His family had wanted a farm, to grow fields of dark green and golden yellow, the soft brush of leaves audible in the early morning, underneath the drone of insects. They'd tried for it, they really had, but here he is, on horseback, no fields in sight.

(AKA - Vala and Cam herd cattle western AU)

Play Time by bluflamingo (2k, E, John/Vala/Cam)

"This galaxy has John, and a machine that just transformed all three of us into sea otters," Cam corrected

Business or Pleasure? by NeoVenus22 (6k, E, John/Vala/Sam/Cam)

What happens in DC stays in DC.

Fill me like a song do by anonymous (2k, E, John/Vala/Cam/Daniel)

Before standing, she’d kicked her legs off of their perch and nudged John out of the way with the toe of her boot. Tonight, he had asked to be pushed around and manipulated like a piece of furniture and a sex toy, and Vala had started with him as her footstool while she had called Daniel and Cam. The sight of a shirtless and collared John on all fours was making Daniel’s mouth water.

*This title is censored due to the use of a common racial slur.

[fallen-chances]

@stormbeyondreality tagged me in this SUPER cool writing tag game. I have to find the words fire, soup, green, sunlight, and blade in my WIPs! I shall tag ummm @thequeenofthewinter @blossom-adventures @kagrenak @nightlist and anyone else who wants to do this!

The words you guys have to find in your WIPs will be FEEL(ing/felt), LOSE(ing/lost), BLIND(ed/ing/ly, SHAKE(en/ing/shook) and NIGHT. sorry for choosing verbs lmao.

Fire (His Daughter [an intro writing for my oc Ysmine])

Fire smoke wafted into the sky, blocking the dusty pink sunrise behind the mountains, and Blair had a sinking feeling that they were too late. The recent crippling of the Dawnguard had their forces spread thin, and when they finally received reports of vampires attacking a farm on the outskirts of Kynsgrove night after night, Blair considered not even sending a full squadron to check. Then they learned exactly who lived on that farm. Shorvald, A retired adventurer and a well known daedra hunter. There's only two reasons a group of vampires would be so relentless. Revenge, or powerful artifacts Shorvald had hidden.

Soup (that's just unfortunate. [Massara's turn into a vampire])

“You should leave while you still can. Strangers aren't well received here,” She hissed out and Massara scowled, slamming his lukewarm soup down on the table. “Yeah, I got that. No money, no service. I'll get out of your drafty inn and keep walking through the mud overnight,” Massara spat out bitterly as he moved to stand, only for the innkeep to grasp his arm. “I'm refusing you to save your life. You need to leave before you catch her attention. Alva– She… She's got a hold on almost everyone. She controls everything,” She warned, and Massara looked past her to the woman at the bar, who's eyes lifted from her conversation partner to meet his. He's been noticed.

Green (Campfire [nerevarine fic uwu])

The long line of Addarash's profile was something that Ilenar had grown familiar to. Straight nose bridge, rounded tip. Strong brow, full lips. His septum piercing glinted in the firelight. "Well, I consider you a friend. We've talked a lot over this week. And before as well. Despite your unfriendliness." Ilenar watched Addarash set the jar aside, his lithe fingers lingering on the glass edge for a moment. The flowers he used in his salve stained his nails green, contrasting with the deep purples of his skin.

Sunlight (TEETH [Merry getting turned into a vampire for a SECOND time.])

Merriell looked down at the water, blinking droplets from his eyelashes and froze. The water was tinted red and Merriell frantically looked up to his reflection in the mirror, pawing at his neck, looking for any signs of a wound. But there was nothing. Just all his old scars, ever overlapping bites on his neck. Memories of cold nights stuck in a cave. Teeth ripping at his throat. He looked back at the water and his distorted reflection stared right at back him expectantly. Maybe it was just the pipes. Back home the water would run red sometimes, from the clay in the ground, or rust in the pipes. He drew back the curtains on the window and winced. His head throbbed at the sunlight, aching behind his eyes. He unlatched the window and threw out the discolored water. He briefly peered out and caught sight of the sun; he had slept far too long, it was nearly midday.

Blade - (The Snow Prince Awakens)

Then Areyor’s memory began to fail him. He could recall cutting through swaths of armored foes with his spear. He could remember falling– feeling crushed. Crushed by the weight of his mount collapsing onto him. Pain radiated up from his legs, he couldn't move! Panic began to set in and the last thing he remembered was a scream – no, a roar – of anguish as a shadow blocked his view of the sun. A twinkle of its reflection on a blade, a brief explosion of pain, then nothing. A great chasm of nothing. It seemed to stretch for eternity until he woke. Here, in the dark. The freezing dark.

[magmacannon]

9, 14, 17, 20, 29, 34 🫵 Roman

yipee!!!!

9. favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

Roman grew up Really Far North and his food preferences were shaped as such - though he loves a well-cooked or roasted green veggie, his favorite food is a red meat roast cooked in a stock+beer or ale for tenderness/flavor with alliums and tubers/carrots that are served with the meat and maybe a side of bread+butter (hearty stuff). Least favorite food that he's tried was a spiced tomato-heavy salad thing, least favorite food based on concept alone is the fermented bulette meat that his party member tried to make for them ala fermented shark meat.

Roman doesn't consider himself a picky eater - he'll try most things once or twice! - but he also is cursed with Weak Spice Tolerance that bars him from a good amount of food. Rolling a dice here for this last one but he's not allergic to anything BUT.... despite his love for milk, he's sitting as just above having lactose intolerance apparently.

14. are they any good with numbers?

Roman's solid at guessing distances and geometry through practice - you don't want to be a spellcaster, especially an evocation wizard, to have bad aim - and is pretty decent at keeping track of number patterns and budgeting income vs expenses. Higher level or theoretical math is hard for him to grasp but he tries his best!

17. how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

As a YOUNG child Roman spent his free time either playing at an uncle's lumberyard/hobby farm outside of the walls of Tzeraz or would spend it traveling with his parents within the Northern Kingdom (mostly) while they performed. He has a few friends he'd invite to his house to play (super dramatic war games) besides that.

As he got older and began going to school for magic, his summers were taken up by classes while winter was the big break time where he'd be able to go home for a few months. When with his family and now less-close friends he'd show off what he was learning to anyone who would listen and watch him cast cantrips at snowmen (this annoyed his brother because he'd do it so often). He spent a lot more time daydreaming in his early teens than continuing running around.

20. if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

IN Dorna, Roman's never seen a 'car' in person but he can decently manage to steer a carriage on a well-paved road if needed. He prefers to ride in the back and read/sleep though!

In a world where cars are common he has a minivan that's a little busted up but runs well. He's considering trying to get a Cool Wizard painted on the side. The inside smells decently clean if a little dusty and while the floor's clean, the dashboard compartment and the back have mild piles of stuff (papers/blankets and bags respectively). He travels with ice removal tools Constantly and maybe a portable air pump just in case.

29. are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

This is ALWAYS a fun one to think of for Roman bc it's changed over time... he's been associated with light/fire for forever if I think about it, but initially I would have def said he was more of a Water Guy. His oldest 'custom' spell was earth-aligned and he casts spells in a very grounded way - I think he wants to be more 'earth' aligned than he actually is in-setting. I think he's probably most associated with fire through how he acts and the magic he casts out of those four options though he wants to be Anything Else atm.

34. how would your character describe themselves? it doesn’t have to line up with how they really are.

Roman would describe himself as a friendly, optimistic guy with a good bit of determination and practice seeing things through (sort of true, he's stubborn). He'd probably say he's 'pretty good' at his job, which is true in that he has a lot of technical skill BUT he lacks focus historically, meaning that he's just Okay at it in truth. He'd say he has a big heart with a lot of love in it, and that's entirely true <3 (he just also has a lot of opinions and some unforseen pettiness, too)

[theanimeview]

Muffy: Will You Give Her A Wonderful Life?

Source: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/harvest-moon-a-wonderful-life--568227677956353515/

By: Casea Smith | @coffeewithkrow

On one fateful Christmas day, I got Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life. This was not only the first farming simulator I ever played but also the first game I had ever played that allowed (or, in this case, required) you to marry someone. It was revolutionary to me as a child, and it opened my mind to a new way of thinking about what video games can be in general. 

As you can imagine, the announcement of A Wonderful Life’s remake (now under the franchise Story of Seasons) left me bouncing with joy and anticipation. With every teaser, the wait until summer simply feels longer and longer. While I wait, what better way to kill time than to write about my usual choice to marry: Muffy. 

For clarification, in the Story of Seasons version, her name is “Molly.” Molly is the same character as Muffy, but, for this post, I will be referring to her by the original name of “Muffy.”

Muffy is an interesting character. She is easy to judge with one’s first viewing with internalized misogyny. She works at the bar and comes off as very bubbly and flirtatious. Muffy certainly stands out against the countryside background with her bold make-up and red dress, but there is more than meets the eye to this young lady. 

In the subsequent game, Another Wonderful Life, you play as a female instead, allowing you to see things from a different perspective as same-sex marriages in video games weren’t an option in those days. So instead of always marrying her, I had to sit on the sidelines and experience the tragic progression of Muffy’s love life.You see, as the oldest of the bachelorettes, all she wants is to settle down and have a family with the love of her life. The problem is, there isn’t anybody in the village who has caught her eye, nor do they seem interested in her that way either, so she dates boys from the city.

Well, every year, you can catch Muffy standing on the bridge watching the sunset. At first, she’s there to re-examine her heartbreak over men not taking her seriously, and not wanting to settle down. Time passes again, and she tells of a man that cheated on her, and how he chose the other woman over her. Each passing year becomes bleaker as she ages. Meanwhile, you have already chosen your mate and are watching your son grow up while Muffy is found at the bridge mourning over what could have been year after year.

Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62DNLYrtj2M&ab_channel=ch0colatemilk

As a child, I felt helpless and completely willing to marry Muffy if only the game would allow it. So, whenever I re-play A Wonderful Life, I tend to feel a twinge of guilt when I decide to marry someone other than Muffy.As I try to figure out which candidate I will choose, I can’t help but wonder if it is even healthy to decide on Muffy out of guilt since I know she won’t marry anyone else or move on in life if I don’t choose her–it’s quite reminiscent of Penny from Stardew Valley in a sense. 

Yes, their situations are vastly different considering Penny is living in a trailer with her alcoholic mother, but lots of people decide to marry Penny because they feel the need to rescue her. If more people knew of the progressing destruction of Muffy’s dreams, would that motivate more people to choose her out of the different candidates? 

It might not be the healthiest reason to pick someone, but I don’t think it’s an invalid reason. Not to mention, the focus on the guilt can make it seem like you’re ONLY choosing them because of their trauma, when in reality you might see them as more than that. 

However, after a long reflection, I believe that there are other reasons to like Muffy and marry her beyond pity or guilt. She is very sweet and is the only one to approach you first. A good-looking new farmer is in the valley, and she is not going to pass up the opportunity to make something happen. She also blossoms into the motherly role quite beautifully; it’s quite endearing to see her enjoying life on the farm with her husband and son. However, comparing Muffy with the other bachelorettes, I can’t help but think that she really is the best choice!

Celia is an obvious choice as she is also a farmer, and the child she bears will more naturally have an interest in running the farm, but, as a kid, I was disappointed by the fact that she doesn’t seem to farm anymore after you marry her (at least not that I could tell). It’s as though a major passion of hers is gone. 

When it comes to the quiet and cold Nami, I always felt like I was tying her down and keeping her from being the traveling spirit she is, particularly when I know that she would be off traveling had she not married me in that playthrough. She’ll even express such feelings from time to time, and it would break my heart as her in-game spouse.

But now, with the Story of Seasons's remake, there are many candidates to choose from, as gender is no longer an obstacle when it comes to marrying someone. Though, I hope that those of you reading this and planning to play the game will give Muffy a chance if you haven’t already. If not, I’d love to hear your takeaways from her character, too!

[densi-mber]

In the Bleak Midwinter

A/N: Set in season 4.

***

“This sucks,” Deeks said, breathing out a cloud of icy fog along with the two words.

“Because I didn’t hear you the first 20 times,” Kensi grumbled.

“Well, it still sucks.” He rubbed his hands together with hope of bringing some warmth. If anything, it only made him more aware of the cold.

Of all the times for there to be blizzard-like conditions in the Midwest, it would just have to be when the one time they were pursuing an active case in Indiana.

Last week, Gabriel Heeds had stolen several gigabytes of sensitive data from his company, leading the FBI on a wild good chase across California before eventually disappearing. At that point, the FBI had asked other agencies to assist in pursuing Gabriel. Based on solid leads they received, they’d headed to his hometown of Winamac, Indiana.

They arrived three days ago, set up camp at the town’s Comfort Inn, and started searching for Gabriel. You’d think wouldn’t be that would be difficult in a town with a population of less than 2,500, but the locals were pretty close-mouthed. They’d spent the first two days were spent traipsing around the quaint down town area and the spacious farm land.

At first, the snow had seemed seemed kind of charming as it coated the little neighborhoods. Snow didn’t make it’s way to LA all that often, so Deeks might have made a snowman or two and even convinced Kensi to make a Snow Angel before they headed off for another round of interviews.

Now, even Deeks could admit that the weather was beginning to get old, especially as the snow piled higher and the temps dipped lower. Even with a wool hat, coat, and gloves, the cold air still managed to seep through. It didn’t help that he knew Sam and Callen were back at the reasonably warm hotel while they battled the gravel and dirt backroads to follow up on their single lead of the day.

Needing something to pass the time, and off Kensi’s less than careful driving—he winced as the tires lost traction for a few seconds—he opened the glove compartment and started sifting through the contents.

“What are you looking for?”

“Your candy stash,” he told Kensi. There was a half-empty water bottle, a used up chapstick, and several Twix wrappers. Any snack were decidedly absent.

“Hah, I moved it,” Kensi said smugly.

“By which you mean you ate it all.”

“I did not!”

He grinned at Kensi’s instant protest. Even after three years together, she still tried to deny her massive sweet tooth. Like he hadn’t watched her eat an stack of red velvet pancakes this morning.

“Uh-huh, then where’s that box of 100 Grand bars you bought last week?” he teased.

“I plead the 5th counselor,” Kensi said, leaning forward to squint out the windshield. “The the next turn should be coming up soon. Let me know if you see a Forest Drive.”

“I haven’t seen any signs for the last two miles,” Deeks told her, peering through the passenger window. He grabbed his phone and turned on the GPS. “Crap. Still no internet connection. Are you sure you didn’t pass it up?”

“Yes. Mrs. Marsh was very specific about her directions.” She glared at him, pulling her gaze back to the road almost immediately as the tires skidded across a patch of ice.

“Ok, well I’m thinking we should probably turn around if we don’t find it soon. It’s going to get dark in a couple hours and—Kens, look out!”

A deer darted from the brush along the road, freezing in the middle of the street. Kensi turned the steering wheel sharply, pumping the breaks relentlessly as the tires spun and then skidded on the freezing snow, sending them straight towards a snowbank.

***

A/N: Oh dear, whatever shall happen to them? Don’t worry, there will be a part 2.

Note, I live in Indiana so I’m allowed to complain about the weather. For anyone not familiar, there is indeed a town called Winamac, which is quite small and has a lot of farm land. I took a bit of creative license with the other particulars though.

[barkspawn]

A shy farmer that hates eye contact and flirtatious Sam telling them to look at him and tilting their chin😍

Why did I have so much fun with this one lmao

Best supporting role goes to Abigail.

Amelia and Sam were inseparable. Since the first week in town, they clicked immediately. Even Abigail and Sebastian had started to open up around her recently. They'd all play Solarian Chronicles once a week and go to the saloon every Friday where Sebastian always kicked Sam's ass at pool. 

Sam had tried recently to show her how to play. It was early and Sebastian and Abigail hadn't shown up yet. Amelia had gotten flustered and changed the subject away from pool though; Sam had stood behind her, his hands on hers on the stick, his body right against hers, and his face was just next to hers. She could smell the ale he had taken a sip of mixed with the hint of sandalwood and sea water from his cologne. She had to step away before she turned into a human tomato. She was certain she was already blushing. And that was the problem. Sure, they'd hug or he'd give her piggy back rides. Hell, they even danced together at the flower dance. 

She realized she had feelings for Sam. 

He'd always been a little flirty, little quips here and there, eyebrow wiggles, winks, you name it. At least she thinks he always had. She never complained. 

Tonight as she got ready to go to the saloon, she found herself actively trying to look cute. She settled on a dark red sundress and some black flats. She had at least 2 hours before she had to be there so she did what she never, ever did: she flat ironed her hair. Her hair was very wavy and not only was it thick, but she had a lot of it. It took nearly the entire two hours. Her hair looked to be a good 4 inches longer. She parted half of it, separating the upper half into a messy bun. It was a style she often used, but she had to admit: it was cute with straight hair. 

Hurriedly, she applied some eyeliner and mascara before running out of the door. She'd definitely make it on time but nevertheless she worried. 

What the fuck am I doing dressing up? They're gonna know its something. She huffed, running her fingers through the straight part of her hair over her shoulder. Maybe I just wanted to look nice. For me. 

She slowed as she approached the saloon, Abigail coming out of her dad's store and practically sneaking up behind her. 

"Well look at you! What's the occasion?" Abigail prodded, a knowing smirk playing at her lips. Pretending not to notice, Amelia opened the door for her, gesturing to head in. 

"No occasion. It's just been a long time since I wore… well not farm clothes. I wanted to be cute, that's all," she over-explained, Abigail's smirk undeniable now. 

As she passed Amelia at the door, she whispered, "wanted to look cute for Sam, hmm?" She laughed as she walked into the saloon and straight back to the arcade. Amelia's face was on fire with a blush, her expression absolutely shocked. She snapped out of it and chased Abigail. "What? Why would you think that I'm trying to look cute for S-"

"Sam, hey!" Abigail waved, making Amelia turn, thankful for the save. Sam had walked in, followed by Sebastian shortly after. He waved at Abigail before his eyes fell on Amelia. He raised an eyebrow and let out a low whistle. 

"Damn, Ames," he started, looking her up and down. He had caught up, Sebastian still at the bar counter to order everyone a drink, "look at you! I must say, red is definitely your color."

Well, good, because my face has been red all night so far. 

"Shut up," she laughed, pushing his arm playfully. She caught Abigails eye, who was still smirking subtly and raised an eyebrow. Sebastian was walking up, handing out the drinks. Amelia took her glass, one of the Stardop's signature cocktails, The Big Bang. It was certainly strong and given the first few minutes, she would need it. She raised the glass a bit to thank Sebastian, who gave a nod in turn. 

"Yeah.. I'm gonna go win Junimo Kart now," Abigail took her drink and walked over to the machine. Sebastian had started to set up the game while Sam stood by Amelia. She swore she saw him stealing glances at her. 

"You wanna give it a shot tonight? I'd say your form was pretty good last week," he teased, an air of cautiousness hinting in his tone. It was like he didn't know if she was upset by it. She nearly choked on her drink as Abigail laughed aloud, pretending it was the game. Even Sebastian had the shadow of a smile. 

Is there some joke I'm missing…? Did Sam tell everyone how I stopped practicing once he got too close?

"I think I'm good. We've already got you to get your ass handed to you."

Sebastian actually laughed at that, Sam pretending to stumble off to the other side of the pool table, hand over his heart, "you wound me!" To which she smiled and rolled her eyes dramatically. 

The night went on as usual. She was almost certain that Sam was stealing glances at her. Her hair had begun to wave a bit in the warmth inside. Abigail resigned to sitting on the couch and Amelia stood against the wall by the pool table watching the boys. Amelia was pleasantly buzzed and she noticed Sam was too. Neither of them were drunk per se. Sebastian had one drink and resigned to water. Abigail was definitely tipsy, playing some game on her phone. 

"I'm gonna go smoke," Sebastian sighed after Sam was a little too close to being not-horrible for this game. Sam came over and leaned against the wall beside her, much closer than normal. 

He went to make some joke, but was cut off by a drunk Shane yelling across the room, "lookin' good, farmer. Should wear dresses more often!"

There was an awkward silence as some people tried to see what she was wearing and others were grossed out by the outburst, "Thanks Shane."

She called back, glancing up at Sam who had no trace of his usual smile. She finished off her drink and set it on the table to the side before giving Sam a bump with her hip, snapping him out of whatever thought he was having. He looked down at her before bumping her back, "what's that all about?" He asked as he did so. 

"You seemed to be in quiet contemplation. You alright?" She kept her voice just low enough that only the two of them could hear. 

He rolled one of his shoulders in a shrug before glancing back over at Shane, "just kind of awkward, I guess. I feel like I'd know if you two were a thing."

Her cheeks grew red once more. Damn it. She wanted to throw back some flirty comeback, but she wasn't sure if she could. 

But why not? He did all of the time. 

"It sounds like you'd be jealous if we were, Samson," she spoke, the courage she had waning as she realized how not only Abigail heard her, but Sebastian had as well. He had just returned, one eyebrow raised at the out of character remark. She couldn't even fathom looking at Sam right now. She heard him give a small laugh, but took the two empty glasses on the table and turned for the bar, hopefully keeping up her chill facade. 

Literally everyone in the group heard you insinuate Sam wants you. Idiot. He's gonna be freaked. 

She set the glasses on the bar, smiling in return to a compliment from Leah about her hair, "hey Gus. Another round, but I'll be back in a few, so no rush," she started, gesturing to the door that led to the private suites, "mind if I use the private room to make a call?" 

"Of course! No ones back there tonight."

She smiled but turned, walking through the door and stopped at the doorway to the room. 

Locked. 

He'd probably forgotten that he locked it. 

The hallway is secluded at least. 

She leaned back against the wall around the corner, facing away from the bar door. She took a deep breath. 

Relax. It's Sam. He jokingly flirts all of the time. He was just surprised you did too. 

She took another deep breath as she heard the door from the pub open, "Ames? You back here?" Sam called, stopping when he saw her, though he smiled, "hey, saw you come back here. Are you feeling alright?"

She couldn't quite look at him, her eyes falling on the pattern of the carpet, "yeah, I'm fine. Just felt a little dizzy. Too much to drink I guess," she shrugged, eyes unmoving. He walked over to stand in front of hee, his hands coming to rest on her arms. 

"You don't get drunk off of two drinks," he started, her eyes now falling on the pattern of his shirt. Her face was still warm, but whether it be from the blushing or the alcohol, she had no idea. He continued, his voice low, "is it about your joke?"

She bit her lower lip, a tell-tale sign that she was reluctant to respond. She flinched as he chuckled, "Ames, it's fine. I'm just surprised because I've never heard you joke like that. It's usually my thing."

She laughed, though her smile still didn't meet her eyes, "I guess I just get into my own head.. but you know me. I tend to be a little over dramatic."

"Well, you're not wrong," he said, carefully though humor laced his tone. He took a breath, for the first time she noticed seeming a bit nervous. She looked up at his face as he thought. After a long moment, he moved one of his hands to the back of his neck, something he often did. With a quiet chuckle, he continued, "you weren't wrong, you know. I probably would have been a bit jealous," he paused, "okay, a lot jealous."

She stared up at him, unsure if she heard him right. Once again, her cheeks burned. She looked down, not able to formulate a proper thought, "oh, I uh, well.." she rambled nervously. 

He took a second before he spoke, "hey, look at me.." his voice quiet as he moved his finger under her chin, guiding her gaze back to his. His face was red too. She really did love his eyes, how vivid they are. The simple action of tilting her head upward had released a circus of butterflies through her body. 

It took her a second, but she became very aware of how close he was. Before she could respond, he started again, his voice barely a whisper and his eyes locked on hers, "I'm pretty sure I love you, Ames."

If her mind was scattered before, it was rioting now. She lifted her hand to run the pad of her thumb over his jawline, which he leaned in to. Her other hand coming to rest over his collarbone. 

Say it, you dummy. You feel it too. 

She opened her mouth to talk but was silenced by the look on his face. His eyes flicked down to her lips in a silent request for permission. She barely finished nodding before he pressed his lips to hers in a very gentle kiss. His hand had moved to hold her cheek, the other resting on her waist. 

It wasn't like any first kiss she'd shared. He was kissing her almost as if she'd shatter if he pressed too hard. He moved slowly, as if every time their lips met as important as the last. 

She had to stand on her toes to reach him, so inevitably, when her legs ached, she pulled back, her hands moving to rest on his chest, absently toying with the pocket of his shirt before she spoke, breathless, "I'm pretty sure I love you too, Sam."

The resulting smile was enough to start the butterflies up again. She couldn't stop herself from smiling in return. He stepped back after a second, "while I would love nothing more than to stay here and continue this, they're gonna lose their minds if we don't go back. 

Playfully, she pouted before it faded to a smile. She moved, kissing his cheek once more before heading toward the door. 

"Wait, Ames," he started, catching her attention just before she opened the door for them to return, "you really do look beautiful."

She smiled, her blush less because of nervousness and more because of the compliment. 

She thanked him before they went to gather the drinks and head back to Sebastian and Abigail, taking their places against the wall. 

Abigail rolled her eyes as they came into earshot, "you guys done making out? Sam has to lose so I can play."

It was clear she was joking but, while they weren't making out per se, they didn't respond. Abigail and Sebastian shared a look before noting the close proximity between Sam and Amelia. 

"Oh, yeah," he looked down at Amelia for a moment, "did I not mention that Ames and I are dating?" She laughed and moved to rest her head on his shoulder, "yeah. I knew there was something between us, so," he gestured between them, "dating."

Abigail laughed out loud after a long moment before looking at Amelia and shaking her head, "I fuckin' called it!"

[mahimahi713]

So I can alnowledge the things Sam did wrong in the show. I still think it’s shitty writing. But regardless, there’s other fictional characters out there who are just shitty in obvious ways that do get a lot of love. They still get hate, don’t get me wrong. But they’re still popular overall.

Jade from Victorious

Gina from Brooklyn99

Sam from iCarly (though she did get better)

That being said, she’s 14 and you better believe your asses that I’m going to make her go through growth and maturation when she’s older. Like. That’s a thing. People grow and mature.

She was also made in the era of “I’m not like other girls” being popular.

So without Further ado, I give you my Sam, the superior Sam, who is a better person because she’s older now.

So this growth starts happening late high school. Ida sees Sam acting a fool and calls her out on her shit. She highlights that hey, you know, these things aren’t okay.

This isn’t to say that Sam wouldn’t mature if it wasn’t for Ida, but she speeds it up.

As is natural, Sam’s also starting to become more mature and realize the things she did wrong on her own.

She decides while she won’t flaunt her wealth, she won’t go out of her way to hide it. Though I do get why she would, tbh.

She’s long since accepted that not everyone is going to be vegan or vegetarian, but, a salad bar and decent vegetarian options should be offered and the food over all, should be better. Better quality. No one wants steamed or boiled veggies from a can. But frozen is fine. And roast and stir fry/sautéed veggies are very tasty. There’s a really nice salad bar.

Sam stops being vegan, and instead is simply vegetarian and she becomes more conscious of the choices she makes. She’s wealthy so she’s able to, for the most part, avoid predicts that employ shady labor practices or sweatshop labor. It can’t be don’t for everything but it can be don’t for a good chunk of the stuff she buys. But she acknowledge that it is a luxury to do so. Food comes from reputable sources. She loves farmers markets and she likes milk and dairy products from reputable dairy farms. But just because she does those things, she doesn’t force it on others.

Maybe Turkey Hill isn’t so ideal with its milk and other sources. But they sell Tucker’s favorite flavor, so she will get it for him.

Danny’s favorite clothing brand is made in Asian nations but. They’re quality and he likes them so she will get them for him when she gets him gifts. These are just a couple examples.

Sam embraces more colors into her wardrobe.

Listen. We see Sam at age 14 and there’s plenty of former alt kids who hated pink as teens but love it as adults and who become “girly girls”

But I prefer Sam to lean more towards the alt stiff even as an adult. But she wears reds, greens, blows, purples.

While she’s not gonna do pinks and pastels, her wardrobe is more mainstream. But she will still rock sone doc martens and vans and converse. But those are still pretty main stream.

She becomes really kind overall. She volunteers and is charitable.

She even apologizes where it’s due.

She’s just a much better person as an adult.

She’s got her flaws though.

She’s short but thinks she’s not. She thinks she’s almost as tall as Danny and Tucker but. She’s not.

She can take losing just fine. Maybe a bit grumpy. But she’s a sore winner. She will GLOAT. And gloat. And gloat.

She can be really stubborn.

She gets Hangry and when she is it’s. Not okay.

She swears. Lots.

She can be too sarcastic.

She will put herself into situations that Danny or Tucker need to save her from.

She gets sick but refuses to acknowledge it and doesn’t think she’s sick, but if anyone she cares about has the Same symptoms, she says they’re sick and gets angry when they say they aren’t.

She can also be snobby with things. Like, she won’t treat others poorly because of it. But like. She’ll become against at the suggestion of buying say…Prego or Ragu instead of homemade or some fancy brand.

She has high standards, and that’s fair but like. She doesn’t need to be offended if Tucker suggests she buy a not as good brand.

She can be high maintenance. She won’t travel economy. She won’t do it.

She has to sanitize public toilet seats and put the cover on. She won’t touch the gas pump with bare hands, she’ll use a tissue.

She’s not a germaphobe, but she knows people can be nasty.

She has a multi step skincare routine for morning and night.

She has to have fresh smelling breath and smell good always.

She always has to be well groomed.

She takes long showers. But does turn off the water while lathering and all that but still, they’re v long.

Edit to add: Sam embraces all these things “I’m not other girls/pick me girls” reject.

She loves spa days and skincare and pampering herself.

She loves heals.

She loves dresses and skirts.

She enjoys the ballet and opera.

She loves singers like Ke$ha and Britney Spears.

She loves makeup. But don’t get me wrong. She also is just as happy and confident barefaced. Which she is most of the time.

She loves loves LOVES getting all dressed up.

She loves flowers

She likes all genres of music. Not just rock and alternative. She’s even got sone country she likes.

Sam and her dad bond over Jazz music

[eduxx4r]

|| MEETING ||

"How do u meet them?"

Including: Bambi, Dave, Bandu and Expunged

DAVE:

-You two met at Bambis farm 

Little scenario:

-As you were walking around for a stroll, you come across this farm with lots of corn. You decided to take a look at some since you really had nothing better to do. As you were looking at them you heard someone yelling at you to "go home!" or calling you a "corntheft!" and many more intitled things. 

As you look around trying to find the source of the voice until u look down. You heard another voice "Whats with all the commotion?" you saw someone in a wheelchair looking tired of bambis constant yelling. "O-oh I'm sorry" You said. "DONT YOU IGNORE ME REE-" The midget said. The person in the wheelchair invited you to come to in from bambis yelling.-*PHONE CRACK*-

BAMBI:

-Same as dave's!

-You two met at Bambis farm (Copy paste again)

Little Scenario:

-As you were walking around for a stroll, you come across this farm with lots of corn. You decided to take a look at some since you really had nothing better to do. As you were looking at them you heard someone yelling at you to "go home!" or calling you a "corntheft!" and many more intitled things.

As you look around trying to find the source of the voice until u look down. He was holding a phone pointing at you, the screen was cracked. "U-Uhm why are you pointing you broken phone at me...?" you ask. "Because you caused me too!" He said jumping trying to shove it in your face. "Well I can get you a new one-?"you say while smiling having a hint of nervousness. The midget stares at you for a second then nods.

BANDU:

- You meet him at the candyshop

-Little Scenario:

Keys:

 (S/N Shop name)

You were looking to get some candy from S/N and as you were waiting behind this person with a candy bar floating around him he didn't have any money with him. You decided to step in and pay for him. He called you the best person he had met even though you were a stranger that out of nowhere paid for him

EXPUNGED:

-You two met in the 3d realm 

Little scenario:

As you were filming a clip of a horror story that your friend were trying to make(.First friend) F/N tells you that they needed a wider view of the clip so as you back up you suddenly fall but as you fell you were floating...?(REFRENCE CAN ANYONE GET ITTT?) You slowly open your eyes and see a red void surround you. Blocks and squares moving around. Try and go to a square so you can get on top of it. This wasn't you world...? You suddenly see a figure, body part moving rapidly, a wide grin. He was like 10x bigger than you. You slowly reach your hand up to wave at it but IN A LOUD ASS VOICE he says "What are you doing her?. Aren't you type of people should be in another world?!" . You cover your ears and nod. "Well go BACK to where you came from" he loudly says. "I can't...I don't know were I am..." He looks at you for a second and say "Guess you gotta stay here".

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