#hello!! ruby slippers

[starkwlkr]

Love your baby Leclerc series! ❤️ If you're into the idea, maybe you'd like to write about Charles' little girl being sick and him being all worried and taking care of her? 🥺

my baby | charles leclerc

note: i am not taking requests, i am just posting my drafts

It started in the middle of the night when Ruby woke up Charles. She had her favorite blanket wrapped around her with her bunny slippers on her cold feet. She stood beside Charles, who was snoring. She called his name several times, but he didn’t wake up so she tried poking his arm until he woke up. When that didn’t work, she remembered the story that she overheard the other day about something that Charles had shouted.

“Box! Box!” She raised her voice slightly.

It was like a trigger word for Charles that instantly brought bad memories and anxiety. The driver woke up immediately and saw that his daughter was standing in front of him.

“What time is it?” He wondered as he rubbed his tired eyes.

“I don’t know, but I’m hurting, papa.” Ruby whined.

“What’s wrong, my Ruby Jules?” Charles asked.

“My head is hurting and I’m cold.” She whispered.

Charles pressed his hand against Ruby’s forehead and felt it warm. She was getting a fever and you weren’t home. You were on a trip with Mathéo to your home country to visit your parents. Ruby had school so Charles stayed behind since he had a break from racing.

“You wanna sleep beside papa? I’ll get some medicine so you can feel better.” Charles uncovered himself and stood up from his bed . He took Ruby into his arms and laid her onto his bed then covered her with the blanket.

“Papa, Floppy is alone in my room! He doesn’t like being alone!” Ruby gasped.

“I’ll go get Floppy, just stay here.” Charles said then kissed Ruby’s warm forehead. His first stop was to get medicine from the cabinet in kitchen. He read the directions on the bottle then grabbed a spoon. His next stop was Ruby’s bedroom where he retrieved his daughter’s favorite stuffed bunny named Floppy.

“Floppy!” Ruby called out as Charles made his way back into his room. He carefully set the bunny on the bed for her to grab.

“Time for your medicine, mon amour,” he sat on the edge of the bed as he started to open the bottle of medicine.

“I don’t want that.” Ruby used Floppy to hide her face.

“Ruby Jules, if you want to get better, you have to drink your medicine.” Charles said. Ruby hesitated, but sat up so she could drink from the spoon filled with medicine that her papa had poured.

“Does it taste like candy?” She asked.

“I don’t know, how about you taste it and then tell me.”

So she did, but instantly realized that it did not taste like candy.

“Yuck!” She made a face at her papa wondering why he even bought that disgusting liquid into the house.

“Okay, you did good. Scoot, your papa wants some cuddles.” Charles got under the covers then brought Ruby closer to him.

Morning came and Ruby was still sick. She had a stuffy nose and her fever had gotten worse. She didn’t even feel like getting out of Charles’ bed so when it was breakfast time, he brought a plate of pancakes and fruit to her.

“Papa, it hurts.” Ruby groaned as she hugged Floppy. Charles was starting to question if he should take her to the emergency room. He had texted you early in the morning about Ruby’s condition. You replied that you would get on the next flight to Monaco, but he assured you that he could handle it.

At least he thought he could.

“I know, Ruby, I know,” Charles placed a kiss on her cheek. “You know, grand-mére told me that taking a bath makes you feel better. I’m going to fill the bath, okay?”

“Can you put bubbles and the toys?” She mumbled weakly.

“Anything for you.”

After getting the bath ready with bubbles and toys, Ruby got in. The water made her feel slightly better, but blowing bubbles and playing with rubber ducks with her papa made her smile ten times more.

“Hello mister duck, you look nice today!” Charles tried doing different voices for each duck. “Thank you, little duck!”

“The ducks should have names, papa.” Ruby said.

“You’re right, what should the ducks be called?” Charles asked.

“This one is called Arthur and this one Lorenzo.” Ruby laughed as she pointed to the two ducks that Charles had in his hands.

“I guess that just leaves Charles the duck.” The Ferrari driver grabbed the third duck that was floating in the bubbly water.

“No, papa! His name is Floppy two.” Ruby grabbed the duck from Charles’ hands and played with it.

“Floppy two . . . I guess he can be called that.”

When bath time came to an end, Charles let Ruby get dressed by herself, something she always wanted to do. As Ruby got dressed in her room, Charles prepared dinner for them. Before he could finish the mac and cheese for his daughter, the doorbell rang.

He walked to the front door and opened it revealing his brothers Lorenzo and Arthur, along with Lorenzo’s girlfriend, Charlotte. “Where is my favorite niece?” Arthur asked.

“Hello, Arthur, it’s so nice to see you. I’m doing good, thanks for asking.” Charles rolled his eyes as he let his family in.

“How is Ruby?” Lorenzo asked.

“She’s better. She just took a bath, that definitely helped a lot.” Charles explained.

“Papa! I can’t put my shoe on!” The Leclerc heard Ruby shout. She walked down the stairs with a pink tutu, purple leggings, a Barbie shirt and one shoe on while she held the other in her left hand.

“Interesting choice of clothing, Ruby.” Arthur laughed.

“It’s called fashion and Ruby is a pro at it, Arthur!” Charlotte playfully hit Arthur’s arm. “I’ll help you, Ruby, come on.” Charlotte led the little girl to the living room.

“Yeah, Arthur, it’s called fashion!” Ruby sassed.

Arthur cringed. “She just called me Arthur.”

“That’s your name.” Lorenzo replied.

“Yeah, but she’s my niece. It’s weird hearing it from her.”

[ficretus]

RWBY teams get reorganized.

CRWBY: Hello RWBY characters.

Ruby: Who are you? Are you Gods?

Salem: Please tell me you are destroying the world.

Cinder: What do you mean RWBY characters? Does that mean that brat is the protagonist?

CRWBY: No, no, yes. Higher ups in Viz demanded we make some changes to the show. So we are gonna reorganize the teams based on the origin of their fairy tale allusion.

Yang: I didn't understand a single word you just said.

CRWBY: Andddd... reshuffle!

*magic poof*

TEAM GERMANY:

Ruby: Why do I no longer like strawberries and cookies?

Weiss: Take this pretzel and shut up.

Ruby: Weiss? We are still partners?

Weiss: Of course we are, nothing can separate us.

Ruby: That's great. Where are the others?

Weiss: It appears they are not German enough for our team.

Ruby: Look! There is another one of our teammates! *turns into rose petals*

Weiss: Ruby, don't jump a complete stranger like that.

Ruby: *tackles them down* Hello, I am Ruby Ro... oh.

Salem: Somehow this curse keeps getting worse.

Weiss: Scheisse!

TEAM FRANCE:

Oscar: I hope ze Ruby is my partner, hon hon hon. Ugh, what the hell happened to my voice.

Ozpin: Oscar, you are taking a dangerous route I cannot follow.

Oscar: Oz, what ze happening?

Ozpin: You are turning French. *soul gets ejected from Oscar's body*

Oscar: Nooooooo. It feels like part of me is missing now. I have a sudden urge to fill it with cheese and wi... Sacrebleu, I am really turning into ze Frenchman. I need to talk to someone, where are my teammates. *hears loud noises* There they are.

*walks up*

Oscar: Bonj... Hello, I am Oscar.

Cinder: We know who you are Farm Boy. Now, as the leader of this team...

Jaune: Who the hell put you in charge of this team?! Why are you even on this team, Cinderella story has many origins!

Cinder: Because I am Cinderella with glass slippers nimrod! Only French one has glass slippers!

Jaune: Great, I'm on the team with Pyrrha's murderer.

Cinder: Oh give me a break, they revived her. She is over there tossing Mercury. You are just salty because now there is no excuse for you not getting laid.

Oscar: Wait, why am I the only one with ze French accent?

Blake: Because you are an impressionable kid.

Oscar: Blake! You are ze here too!

Blake: *chuckles* Yes I am.

Jaune: Oh shut up!

Cinder: Make me!

Blake: How long will it take before they start making out?

TEAM ENGLAND:

Yang: Of course it's raining. Can this place get any worse?

Jax: Hello peasant.

Yang: I am gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

Jax: Me and my sister need someone to observe our polo game. Now move your arse.

Gilian: Polo? I am not playing polo with you Jax. You always rile up my horse with your Semblance!

Jax: So what? Are we suppose to just sit here and drink tea?

Gilian: I wouldn't mind that. Peasant, bring us some tea! And make sure it is Darjeeling, otherwise I might throw up.

*Yang knocks out both*

Yang: Can't pretend twice in the row.

Blake: Yang, is that you?

Yang: Blake! Where are you?

Blake: I am on the other side of the Channel!

Yang: What's going on on the other side?

Blake: Jaune and Cinder fighting... scratch that... making out. Oscar is losing himself to his French side. Toss me some fish and chips before his Frenchness fully overtakes him. You know what, throw some for me as well.

Yang: Are we suppose to be enemies now that you are French and I'm English?

Blake: Yes we are, but that's so hot.

Yang: Oh yeah. Wait, someone else is here.

Robyn: *pickpocketing Asturias siblings* No time to explain, I'm repurposing their funds.

TEAM NORDIC:

Winter: This is something new. I... I've never had a partner or team. I just hope it's not...

Qrow: Hello Ice Queen!

Winter: Branwen...

Qrow: It turns out Ice Queen is based on Snow Queen, how original.

Winter: What are you even doing here? Don't you have some other places to be, other people to bother?

Qrow: Nope, I am as Nordic as it gets. It turns out I am based on one of the Odin's messengers. Other one being... oh crap.

Raven: Hello brother!

Qrow: Raven... Don't you have some other places to be, family members to abandon?

Raven: And miss out on this? No way.

Winter: Wait a minute... You kidnapped Weiss!

Raven: Oh please, she ran into me. Can hardly count it as kidnapping.

Winter: Oh don't worry, this will hardly count as a beatdown. *draws swords*

Raven: Pfff, another Maiden to beat.

Nora: Heya Qrow, what did I miss.

Qrow: Not much kid, just some of the reasons I started drinking.

TEAM USA:

Ozpin: Come on James, don't be a buzzkill, we are doing the Wizard of Oz walk.

Ironwood: I am starting to believe that it wasn't a coincidence I tried to kill you.

Ozpin: Ha ha ha, good old James and his deadpan humor.

*walks down the road holding hands with Glynda, Theodore and Lionheart*

Adam: So, drinking alone on the sideline.

Ironwood: What are you doing here Taurus? Aren't you suppose to be on Team France?

Adam: Well, I tried. But they argued I don't count since most of my allusion comes from Disney's Beauty and the Beast. And Blake filed a restraining order... typical.

Ironwood: You know I can have you arrested.

Adam: Arrest a teammate? Who does that?

Ironwood: I do.

Adam: Fair enough. You know, I stabbed a teammate before.

Ironwood: Cheers.

Adam: Cheers.

TEAM ITALY:

Penny: *sad lonely robot noises* Wait, who is there?

Neo: *signs* It's me, Neo. *sits next to Penny*

Penny: Aren't you based on an ice cream?

Neo: *signs* It's an Italian ice cream. Do you want to be alone?

Penny: No. *shifts closer*

[changingplumbob]

Glenn still had two more spellcasters to check in with, Drusilla and Harmony. He knew Ophelia shared a house with Dursilla and figured they would be the best one to see next. If he could handle the twins how hard would the black magic spellcaster be. Of course before he was able to knock on the door Ophelia called out that she'd unlocked it, foresight was weird.

Ophelia: But Carmine why would you want to see the future

Carmine: You're seriously asking that? You see it all the time

Ophelia: I don't get the appeal

Carmine: *sighs* Just come sit and show me

The two spellcasters took a seat at a corner table and Ophelia beckoned Glenn to join them. Glenn looked at the crystal ball in the middle of the table, unsure of what was going on.

Carmine: Spellcasters use these to see the future

Ophelia: Oh no, that's a common misconception

Carmine: But when you do scrying you're sitting here

Ophelia: Force of habit from my alley days but I can see the future in my mind

Carmine: *sighs* I can't which is why I need to learn to scry. Work with me here Ophelia

Ophelia: Oh sure, this is Glenn

Carmine: Not the help I was needing but hello Glenn

Ophelia: What were we doing

Carmine: You were going to show me how to see the future

Ophelia: I was? That's nice of me

Glenn: You feeling okay Ophelia

Ophelia: Hmm? Oh I did a big scry last night, they leave me a bit fuzzy

Carmine: She means scatter brained and forgetful *turning to Ophelia* I mean that with affection

Ophelia: But Carmine why do you need the crystal ball when you have your shoes? Oh, tell Glenn about your shoes! They're mindblowing

Glenn looked around the table and saw that Carmine was wearing a sparkly pair of ruby red slippers, weirdly similar to the ones from the Wizard of Oz.

Carmine: If I do can we get back to scrying?

Ophelia: Were we scrying? I love scrying! Did I ever tell you my mother could see the future?

Carmine: *sighs* So my shoes are kind of like a conductor for my powers, like a wand is for others. I have them on, I'm more powerful, can do more, so on and so forth

Glenn: That sounds cool. I'm guessing seeing the future is not your normal thing

Carmine: Not at all but I'm trying to grow if Ophelia will help me

Ophelia: You need help? Oh I can help. But Carmine why do you need to use a crystal ball? Your shoes are reflective enough

Carmine: So your suggestion is I stand bent over to see in to my shoes? I think I'd look odd Ophelia

Ophelia: What's wrong with looking odd? I look odd all the time

Carmine: I give up, clearly we're not getting any done just now. Let's talk about you Glenn

Glenn: What about me

Carmine: I'm going to guess why you're here

Ophelia: Oh, oh, I know! Pick me!

Carmine: I'm going to try use my magic Ophelia

Ophelia: Oh, oops. Do you want a hint

Carmine: No, let me have a guess

Carmine: I'm picking up... tension

Ophelia: Of course he's tense he was just next door

Carmine: Oh, are you here-

Ophelia: He wants to see Drusilla

Carmine: Pheli!

Ophelia: I'm sorry, I just love guessing games

Glenn: I'm sure you would have gotten it eventually Carmine

Carmine: *sighs* Guess I'll just stick to transfiguration

Glenn: Just?

Ophelia: That's what I tell her! Why bother with the future when you can turn a dog into a cat

Carmine: It's a bit more complex than that. But we shouldn't hold you up, they're in the tower Glenn

Glenn: See you later then. Good luck with the scrying

Ophelia: Oh are you scrying Carmine?

Carmine: *sighs extra deeply*

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[shieldofiron]

I have more Big Billy for you 🪨

Big ass biggest humungo billy going lingerie shopping, all the ladies at the shop think he’s so sweet buying a nice lace set for his girlfriend ❤️

The lingerie looks tiny in his hands, as he gives it to Tiny! Steve, the perfect anniversary gift 🔥

“You have big hands,” The girl smiles, dimples flashing at him as he hands over the tiny lace thong and garter belt. It does look small in his hands, always does, but he’s checked the measurements a dozen ways. Personally.

Billy smiles back at her, eyes dripping all over her face, “Yeah, well you know what they say. Big hands… bigger heart.”

Her eyes dip to the deep v of his shirt, and she flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder, “Is that what your girlfriend says?”

Billy grins, resting his hand on the pale pink counter, “Something like that.”

The bell rings behind him, and a fall breeze blows in, stirring up the shop’s sugary sweet smell.

“Hello, Harrington,” Billy leans against the counter, stretching out to his full height like a cat seeing a mouse, “Fancy running into you here.”

“Hargrove,” Steve nods, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose. He frowns at the tiny bag on the counter next to Billy’s elbow, “What brings you to this area?”

“Just picking something up for my best girl,” Billy digs into the bag, ruining the girl’s beautiful wrapping to pull out a scrap of lace and straps, pulling it taut to show how small it is between his thumbs.

Steve just hums at the back of his throat, running a hand over the collar of his preppy camel coat, “Pretty.”

“Tell him the story though,” The girl behind the counter whispers, “Please.”

Billy smiles, “It’s the anniversary of our first date today. I’d never seen the Wizard of Oz before, so she made me a picnic in her living room and we watched it under a blanket fort.”

“Ruby,” Steve says dryly, eyeing Billy’s gift with undisguised interest, “Like the slippers.”

Billy grins, “That’s right. Just trying to tell her there’s no place like home.”

“Isn’t that just the sweetest thing,” The shop girl coos.

Steve just nods, eyes lingering on the lace, as Billy puts it away and leans over the counter, stretching a little and waiting until he can see Steve’s eyes dip below his belt for just an instant, before coming up to rest on his eyes. Steve raises one brow, just a little.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Sir?” The girl smiles at Steve, sweeping over his styled hair and crisp new jacket. Billy wonders if she clocks the blush creeping over Steve’s cheeks, or the way he can’t seem to stop running his lapel through his fingers, in long fluid strokes.

“No, just thought I saw an old friend,” Steve smiles at her softly, and then turns to Billy, “You have time to get coffee with me?”

Billy plucks the bag off the counter and comes over to stand over Steve, so Steve has to tip his head back a little, hair falling away and revealing flushed cheeks.

“Anything for an old friend,” Billy smiles, leaning in so he can watch the flush deepen on Steve’s pale skin. “Thank you so much for your help, Mindy.”

“Anytime,” Her eyes sparkle, “I hope she likes it.”

Billy smirks at Steve, “I think she does.”

Steve tips his head towards the door, “Come on. I know a place.”

Billy follows Steve out into the crispy fall air, tucking his hands in his jacket, and leaning over to nudge Harrington with his arm, nearly sending the slender man sprawling.

“Like your gift, darling?” Billy whispers.

Steve rolls his eyes and groans, “Kind of ruins your gift though.”

“What was my gift?”

Steve reaches up for the collar of his polo. He’s so much smaller, angled just right. When Steve tugs the collar back, Billy can see inside. A lace trimmed baby blue bra peeks from under Steve’s boring navy polo, a pebbled nipple just barely visible through the thin fabric.

Billy has to wait a whole ten seconds before they turn the corner into the alley to nip Steve’s earlobe while Steve gasps and grabs for Billy’s ass shamelessly. Billy gets to slide his big hands all over the best gift he’s ever received. And the lingerie is pretty nice too.

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Slightly shorter, I have a crazy work week but once I had the idea of Steve already wearing some, I couldn’t not write it up @hickory-smoked-ass

[funky-shoe-battle]

Behold, the funky shoe bracket.

I picked 32 out of the 49 unique submissions. Then I randomized the matchups. Then I got carried away making graphics that were arguably way too high-effort for a shitpost poll.

The List of Matchups

CHA CHA CHA BOOTS from Eurovision VS KIDCORE SHOES from Real Life?

Daniil Dankovsky's PLATFORM BOOTS from Pathologic VS HELLO KITTY SNEAKERS from Be More Chill

DIO'S HORRID ELF SHOES from JJBA VS KAMEN RIDER W SHOES

LIGHTNING McQUEEN CROCS VS THE RED BOOTS CHIDI HATES from The Good Place

GLASS SLIPPER from Cinderella VS DR. ALBERT KRUEGER'S SHOES

Greed (from Fullmetal Alchemist)'s POINTY SHOES VS Wander (from Wander Over Yonder)'s shoes

CRUSH STATION (yes the whole shop) from Splatoon VS Mela's TOO-BIG BOOTS from Pokémon SV

Sora's VERY BIG YELLOW SHOES from Kingdom Hearts VS KAMEN RIDER EX-AID SHOES

SEVEN LEAGUE BOOTS from the folktales VS Star Butterfly's ENTIRE SHOE COLLECTION

GRIND SHOES (aka SOAP shoes) from Sonic Adventure 2 VS Demoman TF2'S boots

Noggin (My Singing Monsters) Kinetic Kicks VS KINKY BOOTS BOOTS

SWING-230G from Real Life VS RUBY SLIPPERS from The Wizard of Oz

Hobie Brown's boots VS Ryu Natsume's shoes

SPRAY-ON SHOES (Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs) VS F.F.'s uniform('s shoes) (JJBA)

Bayonetta's GUN HEELS VS Cure Summer's shoes

Alya Césaire (Miraculous whatever)'s shoes VS Faust Guilty Gear sick kicks.

AT LAST we can determine the FUNKIEST shoe, thereby proving that we are willing to make and follow tournaments no matter how inane the topic.

PEACE!

[insomniac-jay]

New fic sneak peek

It's been a while since I wrote anything but don't worry I will update things hopefully

Like An Angel Gone to Hell

Chapter 1: Diamond Nights and Ruby Lights

If there's one thing Sera hated, it was being bombarded by paparazzi. She preferred having her pictures taken with permission, not when doing something as simple as walking out of a clothing store. Stupid ass flashing lights. Almost made me crash my car one time.

But their most heinous crime was trying to get pictures of her children.

"Excellent! Excellent!"

Sera looked down from the window at the incoming paparazzo waiting for her to exit the building. She'd long stopped posing now that the shoot finished. At least that part of her schedule was cleared. Modeling for it was the most exhausting nine and a half hours of her life. Darling Weekly Magazine's editor-in-chief insisted on her being the star of a summer fashion spread in the wake of her return from New York fashion week; where she both showcased her newest collection and walked the catwalk as a model.

Sera had many thoughts that could wait until she got home. For now, her only goal was getting out of here without being seen by now large group of hungry, rabid paparazzi without any pictures of her children being taken.

"Hello? Ando? Pull up to the back of the building. I'll be down in a few minutes." Sera held the phone to her ear as she grabbed her belongings. A lot of people found it weird that Sera told her kids almost everywhere she went. Media outlets painted it as her being a devoted new mother. They were partially right.

As promised, Ando was right at the back--ready to take her and the children home. He did the work of putting Sera's bags and the stroller in the trunk while she put her babies in their car seats. Just in time too since, somehow, the paparazzi figured she would be going through the back and were on their way.

Sera got into the car without a moment's hesitation.

"Step on it."

Who knew the smells of caramelized pork belly and marinated eggs relieved stress? She came home to the smell of the cook she recently hired making thịt kho tàu. Already they proved themselves to be a useful member of her small staff.

"How was the shoot, Ms. Phan?" One of her maids took off her purse while another removed Sera's sunhat.

"Tiring. Could one of you prepare a bath for me? With agarwood incense this time please." Sera changed from her designer shoes into slippers.

[unfilteredaj]

A Nightmare on Elm Street: Sleeping Brutal: Part 2:

Part one

(A/N: This is a Script style concept piece, but I’m DEFINITELY skimming through my ideas for the best bits!)

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Int: Nancy’s Bedroom; later that Night

Nancy is sleeping peacefully.

Cut to The Hospital, dimly lit and vacant

Nancy stands at the end of the main hall, looking confused. She walks to the break-room, calling out.

Nancy: Hello? Anybody in here?

There is no answer.

Nancy enters the breakroom, finding Both Security Guards dead, slashed open. She screams, turning to run. Freddy stands at the end of the corridor, looking dazed and covered in blood. He wears the signature razor glove. It looks to be fashioned together partly from scalpels.

Nancy goes quiet, her eyes still wide and fearful. Freddy stumbles forward, clearly still under the effects of the sedatives.

He stumbles a few steps down the hall, quietly singing to himself. His movement is slow, but constant and fluid, as if he is throwing himself down the hall limb by limb.

Freddy: I could while away the hours… conferrin’ with the flowers… consultin’ with the rain…

Nancy: Please don’t do this…

Freddy: ..And My head I’d be scratchin’ while my thoughts were busy hatchin’… if I only had…

Freddy stops singing, his voice cold.

Freddy: … a brain. A heart. A home. The NERVE.

Freddy straightens up with a grin. He doesn’t stumble or sway. He runs directly at Nancy. He catches her by the hair, throwing her to the ground. She tries to scramble away but Freddy catches her, pulling her flush against him.

Freddy: I hope you brought your ruby slippers, Dorothy. Because that’s the only fucking way you’re leaving me now.

——

[neptunevasilias]

Hi hello I also like that the soles of the boots are red because it feels like a little nod to the more iconic ruby slippers while still keeping true to the original silver slippers. Don't mind me I've just had a Wizard of Oz special interest since I was like three years old and will take any excuse to discuss it.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for sharing this information, I love these details

[bijoupreciieux]

◤‧₊˚🌈🐶˚₊‧⁺˖◢  dorothy  grimaces  as  her  fingertips  brush  against  the  the  indents  left  on  her  temples  from  that  abhorrent  machine  they  used  on  her,  at  least  her  head  has  stopped  throbbing  so  badly  and  her  nausea  has  faded  but  her  memory  has  remained  fuzzy.  she  can  only  remember  bits  &&  pieces  of  her  morning  before  the  barbaric  treatment.  but  her  memories  of  oz  remain  strong  as  ever  thankfully.  of  course,  she'll  lie  when  they  ask  her  about  it.  she's  determined  to  get  out  of  this  place  one  way  or  another.

she  tries  to  remember  more  of  her  day,  and  the  one  before.  behind  her  closed  eyes  a  face  flashes,  big  brown  eyes  &&  blonde  hair.  she'd  seen  her  as  she  was  being  wheeled  to  that  room.  dorothy  doesn't  know  why  she  did  it  for  the  girl  was  stranger,  maybe  it  was  simply  because  she  was  afraid  but  she  tried  to  reach  out  to  her,  as  much  as  the  restraints  would  let  her  at  least.  of  course,  that  girl  couldn't  have  done  anything  for  her. 

now  as  she  watches  the  sky  darken  through  the  very  small  window,  she  gets  into  bed.  it's  very  uncomfortable  and  the  blanket  scratches  her  skin.  they  also  haven't  provided  her  with  a  bonnet  for  her  hair,  despite  her  asking  for  one.  in  spite  of  the  uncomfortable  enviornment,  she  does  fall  asleep.  when  she  wakes  up,  the  first  thing  she  feels  is  soft  grass  beneath  her.  the  very  air  itself  smells  sweet,  like  the  loveliest  flowers.  she  see  the  yellow  brick  road  as  well  through  the  trees  and  the  bizarre-beautiful  flowers  around  her,  flowers  she's  never  seen  in  real  life.  she's  wearing  her  blue  gingham  frock  once  again,  &&  the  ruby  slippers  as  well. 

dorothy  knows  she  should  get  to  the  familiar  path  and  make  her  to  the  emerald  city,  check  in  on  her  dear  friends  but  for  some  reason  she  doesn't.  last  time,  there  had  been  a  rush  to  get  to  the  city  &&  home  again.  now,  she  wants  to  explore  some  more  of  this  land.  she  walks  around  for  a  while,  trying  to  commit  every  little  detail  to  her  memory.  eventually  she  comes  across  tall  hedges  that  create  a  wall  that  seems  to  never  end  on  either  side.  dorothy  tries  to  find  an  entrance,  a  door  perhaps.  she  freezes  when  she  sees  a  vague  figure  through  the  thick  folliage.  blonde  hair.  ❝  hello?  ...  please  don't  be  afraid,  are  you...stuck  over  there?  my  name  is  dorothy  gale.  this  is  my  second  time  visiting  the  land  of  oz.  ❞ 

plotted starter for @dcmur3

[talkfastromance4]

authors note: hello there! So so so so so sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written about our flower family. Life has been crazy, writers block has played a special part and the start of writing for Top Gun (and I had covid) but I had to write this! Halloween is my favorite and this family is my favorite to write. I still have other one shots to write so near the end of this one won’t make sense right now but I promise it will soon!

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Luke&Lily masterlist

Feedback is always welcome! Happy Halloween!

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Since Lily’s birthday fell on a Thursday this year, it was only the Hemming’s family that celebrated the day of. After school, the five of them went to dinner at Lily’s favorite restaurant, went out for ice cream and then finished the night watching a movie while eating the cupcakes you made for her. Posy sang the loudest for Happy Birthday.

Lily wanted to have a big birthday party with her friends from school and ballet and with her whole family so it was decided between you and Luke to host it on Halloween weekend. You love Halloween so in the weeks leading up to it you were constantly running to the store for decorations and to get all of your costumes.

Luke helped you decorate the house and picked up the cupcakes for the party, Lily accompanied him. The party was set to start at four o’clock and you were just finishing up with Lily’s face paint. She wanted to go as a witch and since you love dressing up as a family, you asked if she’d be okay going as the Wicked Witch from The Wizard of Oz.

Oliver was already in his little lion costume sleeping in his crib for his nap, and Posy kept clicking her red shoes from her Dorothy costume all over the house. You could hear her talking to the stuffed dog Toto she carried around in her little wicker basket.

“I don’t have to be mean like the witch, do I mama?” Lily asks as you fan over the green paint on her face.

“No, it’s just a costume but you’re still you underneath it,” you smile. “Do you want to hold your flying monkey or have him wrapped around your waist?”

“My waist! I want to carry my broom!” she bounces on her feet and you grab the stuffed monkey animal. It’s the kind that has super long arms, she got it from the zoo at Posy’s birthday, and you wrap it around her waist. She grabs her broom.

“And the final touch…” you place her witch hat on top of her head and she smiles at you. “There! You’re the perfect witch!”

“You have to get dressed mama!” Posy announces, her ruby slippers clacking on the floor.

“I’m going, I’m going!” you say and they follow you into your room where Luke is changing into his scarecrow costume. He has the outfit on with tufts of hay sticking out of his pants and shirt and he’s staring at his reflection in your vanity mirror, a brush in his hand.

“I need help,” he spins around. “I can’t do the face paint.”

“Let me,” you smile taking the brush from his hand.

Lily and Posy stand on either side of you watching as you paint the face of the scarecrow on Luke.

“Do you think I could have some glitter on my lids?” he asks.

“I think I have some yellow glitter…” you shuffle through the Halloween makeup you bought and find the compact. “Close your eyes.”

He does as you say and you apply the shimmering glitter to his eyelids, it pairs well with the brown eyeliner you added.

“Woah…” Posy sighs when he opens his eyes.

“How does daddy look?” he asks her.

“Pretty!”

“You look just like him!” Lily exclaims with a bright smile.

“Okay, now I need to get dressed. People will be arriving soon,” you say and move to the closet where your Glinda dress and accessories are.

“I wanna help!” Posy skips in the closet behind you.

“Can you hold my wand for me?” you hand her the pretend wand, her eyes light up and she sits on the pouf you have in the closet.

You pull the dress out of the bag, it’s a pretty good mock-up of the original. It’s the same pink chiffon with lots of sparkles but the sleeves and skirt of the dress aren’t as bulky as the movie. You strip out of your clothes, put on the strapless bra and step into the dress. You’re aware of Luke and the girls watching you but ever since you had Lily, you’re not embarrassed to get undressed in front of them. Being a mom comes with no more privacy.

“Can you help me with the zipper?” you ask Luke.

He shuffles behind you and pulls the zipper all the way up to your back. You adjust yourself in the dress and slip on your shoes. Thankfully, you did your makeup earlier because you knew you’d be helping the rest of your family with their costumes. So all you had left to do for the costume was put on the crown and take your wand.

“Well,” you spin around and do a little pose, “what do you think?”

“You look like a princess!” Posy claps her hands. “Toto thinks so too!”

“You look incredible, lovie,” Luke shakes his head as his eyes take you in. “You should wear that all the time.”

“I don’t think so,” you scrunch your nose then hear the waking whimpers of Oliver. “Olly’s up–”

“I”ll get him. You relax, you’ve done enough for today,” Luke smiles.

“Lily, let’s make sure we have all your goodie bags ready.”

As you’re doing a final sweep through of the house and the backyard–there’s a large table decorated with pink pumpkins, a caramel apple station, games, and a bunch of other fun decorations–the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it!” Posy sprints inside.

“Wait for your father! Luke!”

“I got her, lovie!”

Ashton and KayKay are the first to arrive dressed as Fred and Daphne from Scooby-Doo. KayKay has on an orange wig that Posy is absolutely obsessed with.

“Wow, y/n you look fantastic!” KayKay compliments when she sees you in the backyard.

“Thank you,” you smile and do a small twirl.

“Where’s our special birthday girl?” Ashton asks holding Posy in his arms. He searches the yard and then Lily jumps out from behind one of the bushes.

“Here I am!”

“No! You’re not Lily, last I checked she wasn’t green…” he peers at her speculatively and she giggles.

“It’s me Unca Ash! Mama painted my face!” she laughs.

“Oh! It is you!” he crouches down and pokes her nose. “Happy Birthday, darling.”

“Come see all the games!” Posy says tugging him along, Lily follows with her broom.

Calum and Rayna are next and they’re dressed as Mr. and Mrs. Incredible.

“You do look incredible in that outfit, Rayna,” you say. With her dancer’s body, the tightness of the suit really accentuates her curves and muscles.

“That’s what I told her,” Calum grins before kissing her sweetly.

“And your muscles look amazing in this,” she compliments him.

“Unca Cal!” Lily runs across the yard straight into Calum’s awaiting arms.

“Hiya Lils,” he smiles hugging her close. “I love your witch costume.”

“Thank you, I have a broom and my monkey,” she points out her props.

“I love your monkey, Lily,” Rayna says kneeling next to Calum.

“Thank you Miss Rayna,” Lily twirls in her dress.

Roman is the first to arrive of her friends from school and they immediately run off to play some of the games. Posy is their little shadow following them around. More and more little friends arrive. Luke is holding Olly while you make sure the kids are all right playing the games and decorating the caramel apples until you hear him crying.

“Go on, I can watch them,” Ashton appears next to you.

You lift up your skirt and jog to where Oliver and Luke are, they’re on the patio by some of the decorations you put up. One of them was a skeleton with red glowing eyes.

“I think the skeleton scared him,” Luke says bouncing Oliver in his arms. Tears are streaming underneath his glasses and upon seeing you, his arms are reaching for you.

“Oh, it’s okay honey, mama’s here,” you croon hugging him close. His arms are tight around you as he cries into your shoulder. You kiss the side of his head multiple times and he hiccups as he calms down.

“Sorry we’re late,” Crystal announces as you sway Oliver from side to side. “Chloe spit up on her costume and I had to clean it in the wash.”

“You guys look awesome!” Luke smiles at their costumes.

Crystal and Michael are dressed as Mary Poppins and Bert while Chloe and Maddox are in matching penguin costumes.

“Thanks,” Michael smiles then frowns when he sees Oliver is upset. “What’s wrong with my nephew?”

“The skeleton scared him,” you explain rubbing at Oliver’s back then you whisper in his ear, “your uncle Michael is here, baby. Do you want to say hello?”

Oliver lifts his head then smiles at Michael.

“Hi buddy! Let’s get away from the big scary skeleton,” Michael opens his arm and takes Oliver from you. “Let’s go show your cousin Maddox the apples over there.”

Michael shifts his arms so both boys are settled comfortably in them and walks away towards the other partygoers.

“y/n, this dress is to die for!” Crystal gasps at your outfit.

“Look at you! You look like you just came from the movie!” You laugh. “The twins are so adorable as penguins.”

“I thought so too,” Crystal smiles. “I’ll go find Lily and say hello.”

“Have fun.”

You and Luke watch everyone for awhile until the doorbell rings. The two of you go answer it together to find Cory, Ella and Violetta. Cory and Ella are dressed as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel and Violetta is Pascal.

“Oh my God, Violetta is the perfect Pascal!” you gush as she waves her arms at you in greeting.

“She has a little tail, too,” Ella smiles shifting her body so you can see the curled tail.

“That is the cutest thing,” you smile. “Come on in, everyone is in the back.”

Before dinner, you have all the kids play ‘pin the spider on the web’ game and Lily is the first one to go up. Luke spins her three times and she takes very careful steps towards the wall, Posy is trying to direct her from her spot on the floor. Lily places the spider way up above where the web is but when she took off her blindfold, she was still smiling.

At seven o’clock the parents’ of Lily’s friends arrived to pick up their kids so they could trick or treat in their neighborhoods. When they were all gone, Lily and Posy ran to get their pumpkins so you could all go trick or treating but before you did, you all took photos of your costumes.

Calum and Rayna volunteered to stay at the house so they could hand out candy and your big group were off in the subdivision to collect candy. Lily and Posy held hands as they walked up each driveway and Lily needed Luke or Cory to go with her a few times because the house was scary. By the fifth house, Chloe and Maddox were fast asleep and Oliver was asleep in your arms.

Back at the house you all sang to Lily and she opened her presents on the living room floor. Oliver and the twins were fast asleep in his room and you started to get uncomfortable in your dress.

“Are you okay?” Luke asks in concern. There’s chatter in the living room from Lily opening up a gift.

“Yeah, I’m glad I didn’t get a corset with this thing. My boobs are killing me,” you grumble and tug at the fabric over your breasts.

“They’re killing me, too,” Luke’s eyes widen as he gazes at your chest. “Your boobs look fantastic right now.”

“Shush,” you laugh bumping his shoulder. “The kids will hear you.”

“No they won’t,” he shakes his head still staring at your chest. Then his eyebrows furrow together. “Why do your boobs look so good right now?”

“Because of my bra,” you shrug, “It is a push-up but…”

Your sentence fades away then Luke’s eyes meet yours. One look and you share the exact same thought but before you can discuss it further, Lily calls for you.

“Look what I got, mama!” she runs up to you holding a box of an American Girl doll.

Luke kept looking at you for the rest of the night and when you finally put Lily and Posy to bed once everyone left, he asked you.

“Are you–?”

“I don’t know,” you say quietly as he helps unzip your dress. It falls in a big pink pile at your feet and you’re quick to remove the strapless bra. You took a deep breath as that fell down to the floor as well and Luke wraps his arms around you.

“What if you are?”

“I don’t want to get our hopes up,” you shake your head resting your hands on top of his.

“Okay,” he mumbles into your skin. “How late are you?”

“Now that I’m thinking about it…a few weeks,” you answer slowly. Luke sighs then kisses your neck.

“Let’s get ready for bed and we can figure it out tomorrow,” he says.

“Okay,” you nod.

The two of you wash your faces in silence in your bathroom. Your mind is reeling because of the last several months you and Luke have endured. From therapy and a loss and even more therapy because of that loss, you didn’t want to ruin the progress you’d made. Plus with Oliver still not talking…you can only tackle one thing at a time.

Luke pulls you to his chest once you’re settled in bed, he sings your song ‘Stuck in Gravity’ softly in your ear. It lulls you to sleep along with the gentle rubbing of his hand on your belly. His mind is reeling too, he barely sleeps because he thinks by rubbing your stomach will keep you and the possibility of a baby safe.

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[not-quitenormal]

hello hello!

so they might have licensed the ruby slippers from warner brothers for the movie(s)!! (personally, i feel excited but also nervous because I hope they still do the wicked witch of the east switcheroo/effect with them) I was also able to spot lullaby league lookalikes in one of the pictures, so it seems they may be leaning into the baum books, the 1939 movie, AND the maguire books. have you read any of the books? what are your thoughts on the book aspect adding more to the musical?

(so so sorry for this multi-part question)

I thought I had dreamed seeing this Ask because WHAT. The creators behind Oz the Great and Powerful couldn't even use the 1939 Wicked Witch's skin tone for their film - they needed a whole different shade. So for WB to give the Wicked film permission to use the slippers is major imo!!

The fun thing about Wicked is that Universal has owned the rights from Day 1. Maguire gave the rights to Universal to make a live-action film in 1998; Stephen Schwartz convinced him to turn it into a musical, and then convinced Marc Platt from Universal to join the production. So it's possible that we're getting everything. Pieces from the 1939 movie, the Baum books, Maguire's books, and possibly - hopefully!!! - bits from the Wicked scripts that had been written and re-written in the time between 1998 and 2001!! It's possible that they're just sticking with the 1939 movie and some of Maguire's book to keep things simple and to also appeal to a certain demographic, but I would love for it to be different enough from the musical to not feel like I'm paying a major studio $15 for something I would rather see on stage.

But it's possible that my autism is just making me fire on all cylinders for this, lol. I have been in love with Gregory Maguire's Wicked since I read it in 2006 (it turned me gay and a raging liberal, according to my mother), and the musical cemented it for me when I finally saw it the following year. After that, I went on an Oz obsessive spree that hasn't really stopped. Read all of Maguire's books as they were released following SoaW, bought all of the original Baum canon and tore into those, devoured every. single. adaptation I could find - from Tin Man to the 1925 Wizard of Oz film... There is just so much to play with!

[livvyofthelake]

zero plans for today’s media consumption. she said after waking up at 3pm. anyway hello once upon a time season five my old pal. gay little ruby slippers episode <3

[changingplumbob]

Some days Glenn would go to the magic realm. He hadn't been much when he was growing up and was always flummoxed by the doors. Doors that should lead nowhere actually moving you? Weird. He wasn't the only member of the coven to enjoy some time there though.

The main building had been magically fortified. It was one of the few places Jackson and Coleman could test the limits of their magic without risking detection or uncontrolled destruction. Sometimes Glenn would watch them practice. Jackson doing his best to set everything aflame while Coleman worked on starving each flame of oxygen, fascinating and usually got the attraction of other young spellcasters. Koko had an astronomy group she would meet with while Ophelia searched for valerian root for Glenn to grow.

Vendor: Hello, how may I help you today?

Glenn: Woah, I forgot they had ghosts here

Vendor: Not ghost sir. I am an astral projection

Glenn: A what now

Vendor: I'm not really here, just my spirit. Actual me is sleeping in my cottage right now

Glenn: In a cottage? That sounds like the life

Jackson: Stop holding up the line certified loser, some of us actually want to buy stuff

Glenn: I want to buy stuff

Jackson: Sure you do. Excuse me sir, do you have any bone wands in stock yet

Vendor: Not today. They are hard to make

Glenn: Jackson I thought you had a wand

Jackson: I do but I'm trying to collect some. They have different vibes, inspiring you know. Gets the creativity going

Glenn: I always forget you write poetry. How'd someone like you even get in to that

Jackson: Who's being rude now? Words are like flames to me, they just make sense. And I do have a talent for pushing buttons

Glenn: No kidding. So you're collecting? Plan on getting shoes like Carmine?

Jackson: Ruby slippers? Nah. There's only one pair of them in existence. And I'm plenty tall already, no heels required. You coming? Some of the others were talking about dueling. Coleman and I were going to take some wagers from the apprentices that don't know better

Glenn: I'll be along. I need to see what seeds they've got

Koko: Don't be trying to hit me with any water spouts

Marisol: And don't be trying to blind me with light

Koko: Deal. You ready?

Marisol: Ready

By the time Glenn got there they were near the end. Koko won which wasn't a large surprise, she was far more curious with her magic study and Marisol was still adjusting to the move. Jackson and Coleman collected their winnings from disappointed apprentices and the group headed home together.

Time passed and Glenn got better. He got to the point where Grayson wasn't the first thing he thought about in the mornings. He changed his lockscreen, and got back in to a routine. Some nights he would go over to Henri's or Miranda's and watch a film. Miranda had the best set up in her room, but Henri had the best snacks. The twins did tease him for his celebrity crush on Devin York but a man could dream.

Cooking comforted him, not as much as gardening but close. Glenn loved food and felt a freedom when playing chef. He slowly started to dream of what his future might look like, or who would be in it. It wouldn't be Grayson, but he thought about what he'd like in a partner. Someone to share life with, someone who wouldn't mind him cleaning dirt from under his nails every time he came back in the house. Someone who liked abs, and told him he looked nice.

Humans were nice but humans were... tricky. They didn't understand what the occults had been through. But maybe that could be good? Once he finished his breakfast he always took a tray up to his grandfather who liked to read in bed in the mornings, and got on to the rest of his routine.

Each day his affirmations became easier to say. With time he got back to believing he was a catch, he just had to find someone who was fishing... and didn't have anything against the colour green. He flowed through his exercise routine most mornings. Push ups and sit ups until he hurt, but a good hurt. Then if it was sunny he'd go for a run, if it was raining he stayed inside and did a dance workout.

Little did he know someone had no choice but to stay in the rain.

Reminder that Glenn and Silver are moving to my weekends rather than every second day, but they meet in the next part I promise!

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[tianazlater]

When weird situations and happenings provide a completely different perspective on Hello Fresh.

Leaving yours for the homeless outside because you haven’t felt like cooking and it’s about to go bad…

Isn’t code for, “Hello…if you want to get Fresh meet me here.”

Imma buy me some ruby slippers and pray a tornado takes me home.

It would be safer.

I am.

I’m just overall confused here.

In a bad way.

Take me back to my makers.

Do not compute or want to.

I feel so stuck up.

I just want to be “ghetto” again…the only one w tattoos in a pile of kids raised in mansions…

But they are doing Ghetto Olympics over here. I can’t compete and don’t want to.

Not at all a long-term viable solution for me.

Sometimes it’s just clear something is not for you.

Just a matter of waiting for what’s next.

Just incompatible…different…creatures. To put it nicely.

I’m tired of being nice about it. Really. I’m repulsed. But I still try to realize people are sometimes just VERY different than me…

And I just need to find where the differences are less.

Some people admire…would you call it “street smarts?”

I’m not one of those people.

I love people individually.

I hate them and am phobic when there are more than 5 of them in a small surface area.

I’m just really tired of how archaic businesses are ran. I think it will be FORCED to change by the Economy, soon…but not soon enough.

I don’t understand how ANY companies are kept afloat. It’s currently because they ALL suck.

We just need that ONE knight in shining armor…to break through the stupid.

I am so…I had my melt down and I’m still anti-everything rn. Just over it. Humanity.

[staceybombacey]

The candle stick, or I mean the teapot at best 🫖

[koishua]

a conversation by the ruby river.

characters: jay, gn!faerie!reader.

synopsis: a little insight into what being friends with a river faerie is like when you're a simple, curious boy.

length: 0.725k words.

notes: this is the result of listening to a hozier playlist uhh yeah anyways so i have no idea what the rules for writing faeries are, but this is... yeah take this as is idek what i did here haha hopefully you enjoy this brief look into jay and fae reader's cute friendship. this might not even make sense but bare with me here y'all

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Faintly, he hears the songs of the Forbidden Forest lulling the deers awake from their blissful slumber. The leaves rustle as the breeze blows through the sparsely spread out trees, affectionately stroking his warm skin as he treads carefully through the soft grass, mindful of the little critters crawling beneath his feet. He sees the pink clouds floating across the pale blue sky, unseeking of a particular destination. 

The early morning mist settles down by the time he excitedly arrives at a shallow creek, pulling out his sheets of paper all tied neatly down to a worn down leather no wider than the palm of his hand and as narrow as the inside of his palm, perfect to carry around in his secret endeavours in the outskirts of the small town where his house stands, facing the edges of the forest he is now located in.

Jay, carved into the leather bound notebook, is his name. 

He fishes out a wooden handle with a thin piece of metal attached to it, also rummaging through his satchel to pull out a container filled with ink in his favourite shade of blue; dark and azure, just like the eyes of the river faerie the pages of his book is filled by. 

Jay flips the pages to find an empty spot to run the tip of his pen over, already knowing just what he wants to portray. As the songbirds accompany him through each stroke that makes up your face, he waits for his muse to appear before him as always. True to habit, he hears the distinct splash from the river as red as rubies he sits before.

You are there, crouched elegantly over the boulder a little to his right, the stream of water divided into two around the large rock as it continues its journey downwards. Waving a hand at him, you chime a happy “Good morning, boy!”

His eyes train over your iridescent wings, just as mesmerized as the first time he’d seen them. “Hello, Faerie. You look quite ecstatic today. Did you finally get those spotted slippers you’ve been wanting?”

Your laugh rings delicately in his ears, a sweet little tune he adores hearing. To his delight, he hears it quite often whenever he is able to meet you on days like these. The air around you glows a faint yellow when you chuckle, meeting his question with an eager response, “No, but I have got even bigger news.”

Jay leans closer to the riverside, setting his page down with his pen. Equally, you step nearer, magically standing over the calmly running water, not at all disrupting its flow. “Look,” you point at a small insignia on your saturated skin, “I’m now old enough to cross the border. I’ll be able to visit you whenever I gather enough energy!”

“That’s great.” He finds himself hopping onto his feet with joy. “I can show you all of those things I have been telling you about then.”

You nod, dark blue eyes sparkling as though the stars in your irises are swimming in the place called space Jay has heard so much about. “Tomorrow, let’s meet by the Tree of Life, alright?”

Jay nods, pleased by the turn of events. “Understood. Then we can get you some of those pastries I brought with me two days ago and I’ll show you where I live.” 

Your brows set in a worried furrow, “Of course, I’ll have to disguise myself with your help too. I can’t be seen walking around with this hair and these wings.”

Jay, in his buzz, had forgotten about those small facts. Indeed, you’d have to hide your wings, which will be a shame, since he adores the way the light shines through the almost transparent structure. “I’ll see if I can find you some fitting clothes or something to blend you right in with us, but for that, I have to get back earlier, because the shops close soon. It’s a Sunday, so no one works much today.”

“That’s perfectly alright. You can go, I don’t mind.”

“Great, I’ll be back after my lessons tomorrow and bring you the things I could find.” He packs up his little station of items back into his satchel, careful not to smudge the ink that is still drying on the sheet. Sadly, he hadn’t gotten around with much progress on his drawing, but that could wait.

For now, he waves you goodbye and sets off to catch an open clothing shop before the sun fully rises right above his head.

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