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A pause. Winnifred looked up, towards the stars and studied them. She knew them better than anyone. They changed with the seasons, too, but the stars wouldn’t get mad at you for just being nervous.
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“don’t let anyone kill me in my sleep.”
“if anyone tries it, it’ll be me.”
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Before Shrek could finish Stalin and Danny Devito walked out of their shared bedroom, both of them having wicked sex hair. Shrek was forced to live with these two, due to capitalistic oppression that affected them, causing Shrek to have to rent out his swamp to the other two men.
[…]
Shrek quickly grabbed Stanley with his large Yaoi hands, and yelled to Stalin and Danny DeVito to get out.
🐠 #Shrek
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In fact, the story itself was left unfinished, and so when you finally put the book down, you felt as full of questions as ever.
Oh well, you'd ask your housemates when they returned home, perhaps they knew more about the thing. However, you didn't necessarily feel like elaborating on your corresponding dream -- some things are allowed to stay private, after all!
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“Alrighty then, let’s do it to it! The brain ain’t gonna teach itself. Or, well, I guess in this case my brain will be teaching your brain about, well, the brain and neurology, but that’s neither here nor there.”
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@FinalGirl Kyle can both do more push-ups and dance with more grace. He’s almost always in his dark grey uniform, simple and handsome, unbothered with aesthetic complications. Jay-Den doesn’t know why he can’t be the same. Why he chose a skirt when all his male friends chose pants. Why he wants more skirts. Why, accidentally stumbling on the digital lingerie storefront, he couldn’t move on.
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@FinalGirl Kyle can both do more push-ups and dance with more grace. He’s almost always in his dark grey uniform, simple and handsome, unbothered with aesthetic complications. Jay-Den doesn’t know why he can’t be the same. Why he chose a skirt when all his male friends chose pants. Why he wants more skirts. Why, accidentally stumbling on the digital lingerie storefront, he couldn’t move on.
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@FinalGirl Kyle can both do more push-ups and dance with more grace. He’s almost always in his dark grey uniform, simple and handsome, unbothered with aesthetic complications. Jay-Den doesn’t know why he can’t be the same. Why he chose a skirt when all his male friends chose pants. Why he wants more skirts. Why, accidentally stumbling on the digital lingerie storefront, he couldn’t move on.
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Miss Ossy’s Garden
#FanFic #WitchHatAtelier
#Wss366 5/20 Inform“So what are you doing, little girl?”
Coco looked up at a tall man wearing a mage’s robe and a tall, peaked hat. His staff landed next to the straw doll she was playing with, scattering dust and sand that partly obliterated the drawing she had been doing in the dirt.
“Playing with Miss Ossy. It’s spring, and we’re planting a garden.”
“I hear there’s an excellent cloth and tailoring shop nearby. Could you direct me to it?” The man flashed a small bronze coin at the cute, blonde, five-year-old girl.
“That’s my mother’s shop,” Coco said with a bright smile. “It’s just over the hill there, where the smoke is.”
“I see,” the mage said, exchanging the coin in his hand for a silver one as bright as the girl’s smile. The coin landed next to Coco’s crouched form, sending up a small puff of dust. “Thank you.”
As cute as the girl was, he had business to attend to and turned in the direction she’d pointed.
“Okay, Miss Ossy cast your growth spell,” Coco said, returning to her game.
The man stopped abruptly and turned back to her. For the first time, he registered the drawing in the dirt: a circle with a many-pointed star in it. His brows knit and lips pinched. “Spell! What do you know of spells!”
“Miss Ossy’s a witch.” The girl added a stock and leaves to the circle.
“I see. A sunflower,” the mage said, relief in his voice. He would have hated to #inform the Knights Moralis that the girl knew the secret of magic circles. “Enjoy your game, but I must warn you: be careful what you say; someone might misunderstand. Magic is not for the likes of you or Miss Ossy.”
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Miss Ossy’s Garden
#FanFic #WitchHatAtelier
#Wss366 5/20 Inform“So what are you doing, little girl?”
Coco looked up at a tall man wearing a mage’s robe and a tall, peaked hat. His staff landed next to the straw doll she was playing with, scattering dust and sand that partly obliterated the drawing she had been doing in the dirt.
“Playing with Miss Ossy. It’s spring, and we’re planting a garden.”
“I hear there’s an excellent cloth and tailoring shop nearby. Could you direct me to it?” The man flashed a small bronze coin at the cute, blonde, five-year-old girl.
“That’s my mother’s shop,” Coco said with a bright smile. “It’s just over the hill there, where the smoke is.”
“I see,” the mage said, exchanging the coin in his hand for a silver one as bright as the girl’s smile. The coin landed next to Coco’s crouched form, sending up a small puff of dust. “Thank you.”
As cute as the girl was, he had business to attend to and turned in the direction she’d pointed.
“Okay, Miss Ossy cast your growth spell,” Coco said, returning to her game.
The man stopped abruptly and turned back to her. For the first time, he registered the drawing in the dirt: a circle with a many-pointed star in it. His brows knit and lips pinched. “Spell! What do you know of spells!”
“Miss Ossy’s a witch.” The girl added a stock and leaves to the circle.
“I see. A sunflower,” the mage said, relief in his voice. He would have hated to #inform the Knights Moralis that the girl knew the secret of magic circles. “Enjoy your game, but I must warn you: be careful what you say; someone might misunderstand. Magic is not for the likes of you or Miss Ossy.”
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Miss Ossy’s Garden
#FanFic #WitchHatAtelier
#Wss366 5/20 Inform“So what are you doing, little girl?”
Coco looked up at a tall man wearing a mage’s robe and a tall, peaked hat. His staff landed next to the straw doll she was playing with, scattering dust and sand that partly obliterated the drawing she had been doing in the dirt.
“Playing with Miss Ossy. It’s spring, and we’re planting a garden.”
“I hear there’s an excellent cloth and tailoring shop nearby. Could you direct me to it?” The man flashed a small bronze coin at the cute, blonde, five-year-old girl.
“That’s my mother’s shop,” Coco said with a bright smile. “It’s just over the hill there, where the smoke is.”
“I see,” the mage said, exchanging the coin in his hand for a silver one as bright as the girl’s smile. The coin landed next to Coco’s crouched form, sending up a small puff of dust. “Thank you.”
As cute as the girl was, he had business to attend to and turned in the direction she’d pointed.
“Okay, Miss Ossy cast your growth spell,” Coco said, returning to her game.
The man stopped abruptly and turned back to her. For the first time, he registered the drawing in the dirt: a circle with a many-pointed star in it. His brows knit and lips pinched. “Spell! What do you know of spells!”
“Miss Ossy’s a witch.” The girl added a stock and leaves to the circle.
“I see. A sunflower,” the mage said, relief in his voice. He would have hated to #inform the Knights Moralis that the girl knew the secret of magic circles. “Enjoy your game, but I must warn you: be careful what you say; someone might misunderstand. Magic is not for the likes of you or Miss Ossy.”
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Miss Ossy’s Garden
#FanFic #WitchHatAtelier
#Wss366 5/20 Inform“So what are you doing, little girl?”
Coco looked up at a tall man wearing a mage’s robe and a tall, peaked hat. His staff landed next to the straw doll she was playing with, scattering dust and sand that partly obliterated the drawing she had been doing in the dirt.
“Playing with Miss Ossy. It’s spring, and we’re planting a garden.”
“I hear there’s an excellent cloth and tailoring shop nearby. Could you direct me to it?” The man flashed a small bronze coin at the cute, blonde, five-year-old girl.
“That’s my mother’s shop,” Coco said with a bright smile. “It’s just over the hill there, where the smoke is.”
“I see,” the mage said, exchanging the coin in his hand for a silver one as bright as the girl’s smile. The coin landed next to Coco’s crouched form, sending up a small puff of dust. “Thank you.”
As cute as the girl was, he had business to attend to and turned in the direction she’d pointed.
“Okay, Miss Ossy cast your growth spell,” Coco said, returning to her game.
The man stopped abruptly and turned back to her. For the first time, he registered the drawing in the dirt: a circle with a many-pointed star in it. His brows knit and lips pinched. “Spell! What do you know of spells!”
“Miss Ossy’s a witch.” The girl added a stock and leaves to the circle.
“I see. A sunflower,” the mage said, relief in his voice. He would have hated to #inform the Knights Moralis that the girl knew the secret of magic circles. “Enjoy your game, but I must warn you: be careful what you say; someone might misunderstand. Magic is not for the likes of you or Miss Ossy.”
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Just penned at #WitchHatAtelier flash story. Let's see how that flies. My #ApothecaryDiaries stories have been doing well, but the audience is trickling off. If the WHA story does well, I will follow up with some more. #FanFiction #FanFic
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 14 Kan Lakan’s Dream
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 relegateThe carriage stopped outside the building. From the outside, it appeared abandoned. It was the kind of place where people who were down on their luck might shelter for the night. Only it wasn’t, and the locals knew it.
Kan Lakan looked out impassively and wiped a dew of fruit juice and rice cracker crumbs from his lips. His fingers drummed as he waited until a man emerged from the shadows, ran over, and bowed, keeping his eyes downcast, as was appropriate for a ruffian like him.
To Lakan, the man was just another faceless piece, so it made little difference. All he wanted was the man’s report. “Well?” he asked.
“Soldiers came last night and broke in, milord,” came a rough, apologetic reply.
“The woman? Was she all right?”
The man quaked at Lakan’s tone and burning eyes.
“They carried her out. Alive, I think.”
The lord relaxed. He should have been the one to rescue his daughter. She would surely have looked more favorably on him if he had.
Upon hearing that his daughter was safe, the fire in his eyes died, replaced by a look of contemplation. Unforeseen events were always part of a game. He was confident that he would win in the long run. Yes, he thought. His birthday was coming up, which would provide an opening.
“The Frank escape, milord. Your orders?”
Lakan made no reply. The ruffian has ceased to exist in his world.
As for The Mad Frank, he was a piece #relegated to the backboard until he was useful again. But as I said, that is a story for another day.
[FINIS]
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 14 Kan Lakan’s Dream
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 relegateThe carriage stopped outside the building. From the outside, it appeared abandoned. It was the kind of place where people who were down on their luck might shelter for the night. Only it wasn’t, and the locals knew it.
Kan Lakan looked out impassively and wiped a dew of fruit juice and rice cracker crumbs from his lips. His fingers drummed as he waited until a man emerged from the shadows, ran over, and bowed, keeping his eyes downcast, as was appropriate for a ruffian like him.
To Lakan, the man was just another faceless piece, so it made little difference. All he wanted was the man’s report. “Well?” he asked.
“Soldiers came last night and broke in, milord,” came a rough, apologetic reply.
“The woman? Was she all right?”
The man quaked at Lakan’s tone and burning eyes.
“They carried her out. Alive, I think.”
The lord relaxed. He should have been the one to rescue his daughter. She would surely have looked more favorably on him if he had.
Upon hearing that his daughter was safe, the fire in his eyes died, replaced by a look of contemplation. Unforeseen events were always part of a game. He was confident that he would win in the long run. Yes, he thought. His birthday was coming up, which would provide an opening.
“The Frank escape, milord. Your orders?”
Lakan made no reply. The ruffian has ceased to exist in his world.
As for The Mad Frank, he was a piece #relegated to the backboard until he was useful again. But as I said, that is a story for another day.
[FINIS]
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 14 Kan Lakan’s Dream
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 relegateThe carriage stopped outside the building. From the outside, it appeared abandoned. It was the kind of place where people who were down on their luck might shelter for the night. Only it wasn’t, and the locals knew it.
Kan Lakan looked out impassively and wiped a dew of fruit juice and rice cracker crumbs from his lips. His fingers drummed as he waited until a man emerged from the shadows, ran over, and bowed, keeping his eyes downcast, as was appropriate for a ruffian like him.
To Lakan, the man was just another faceless piece, so it made little difference. All he wanted was the man’s report. “Well?” he asked.
“Soldiers came last night and broke in, milord,” came a rough, apologetic reply.
“The woman? Was she all right?”
The man quaked at Lakan’s tone and burning eyes.
“They carried her out. Alive, I think.”
The lord relaxed. He should have been the one to rescue his daughter. She would surely have looked more favorably on him if he had.
Upon hearing that his daughter was safe, the fire in his eyes died, replaced by a look of contemplation. Unforeseen events were always part of a game. He was confident that he would win in the long run. Yes, he thought. His birthday was coming up, which would provide an opening.
“The Frank escape, milord. Your orders?”
Lakan made no reply. The ruffian has ceased to exist in his world.
As for The Mad Frank, he was a piece #relegated to the backboard until he was useful again. But as I said, that is a story for another day.
[FINIS]
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 14 Kan Lakan’s Dream
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 relegateThe carriage stopped outside the building. From the outside, it appeared abandoned. It was the kind of place where people who were down on their luck might shelter for the night. Only it wasn’t, and the locals knew it.
Kan Lakan looked out impassively and wiped a dew of fruit juice and rice cracker crumbs from his lips. His fingers drummed as he waited until a man emerged from the shadows, ran over, and bowed, keeping his eyes downcast, as was appropriate for a ruffian like him.
To Lakan, the man was just another faceless piece, so it made little difference. All he wanted was the man’s report. “Well?” he asked.
“Soldiers came last night and broke in, milord,” came a rough, apologetic reply.
“The woman? Was she all right?”
The man quaked at Lakan’s tone and burning eyes.
“They carried her out. Alive, I think.”
The lord relaxed. He should have been the one to rescue his daughter. She would surely have looked more favorably on him if he had.
Upon hearing that his daughter was safe, the fire in his eyes died, replaced by a look of contemplation. Unforeseen events were always part of a game. He was confident that he would win in the long run. Yes, he thought. His birthday was coming up, which would provide an opening.
“The Frank escape, milord. Your orders?”
Lakan made no reply. The ruffian has ceased to exist in his world.
As for The Mad Frank, he was a piece #relegated to the backboard until he was useful again. But as I said, that is a story for another day.
[FINIS]
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 13 Auntie Chue’s Head Part 2
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 ResignThe Moon Prince laid down his quill with a sigh. “You’re not looking good, Maomao.”
"You should talk, Milord. You're the one who called me here. When I arrived, I found you had disregarded my advice and were working. Please inform your attendants that I am not to blame if you die.”
Oh well, it was hard to respect someone, no matter their rank or beauty, if they refused to take care of themselves.
A wan smile appeared on his face. “I did indeed call you here. Your sage words are badly needed.” He glanced at his attendants as if to say, “See? Let me rest.”
His attention returned to Mao just long enough to offer the excuse, “I had to see for myself that you had survived,” before turning to Chue.
He touched a paper with a finger, saying, “I read your report. Anything new to add?”
Chue bowed, pressing her forehead against the floor. “Mighty lord, Miss Chue is sorry. She failed to guard the gem of your eye and offers her head in payment.”
A frown touched Mao’s usually stoic face, and she prepared to plead for Chue’s life. “She’s a pain, but better than ‘Steel.’” She looked sideways at the mercenary who had rescued her. To Mao’s disappointment, she looked as healthy as ever.
The Moon Prince waved his hand in negation. “You did what you could. We would hate to lose such a valuable servant. Besides, We wouldn’t want to deny Maomao a dear friend.”
Mao’s frown grew wider. She might be a little fond of Miss Chue, like a bothersome auntie, but calling her a friend was taking things too far.
“Any fresh news?” Jinshi pressed.
“The Shaoh and Mad Frank have disappeared, somewhere to the north,” Chue said. “The Shaoh were seen crossing the border, but The Frank wasn't with them, so I believe he's still in hiding. When Miss Maomao is well again, I would like her to search the hideout for clues.” All trace of humility from her earlier confession of guilt had vanished.
“Take Böktemür,” the prince said, looking at the guard Mao had nicknamed Steel. “I don’t want her kidnapped again. The mercenary has proven herself to be a competent soldier and guard. And she's one of the few people who can keep Mao in line.”
Mao rolled her eyes. Now she needed to deal with both “Auntie Chue” and Steel.
But that is another story.
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 13 Auntie Chue’s Head Part 2
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 ResignThe Moon Prince laid down his quill with a sigh. “You’re not looking good, Maomao.”
"You should talk, Milord. You're the one who called me here. When I arrived, I found you had disregarded my advice and were working. Please inform your attendants that I am not to blame if you die.”
Oh well, it was hard to respect someone, no matter their rank or beauty, if they refused to take care of themselves.
A wan smile appeared on his face. “I did indeed call you here. Your sage words are badly needed.” He glanced at his attendants as if to say, “See? Let me rest.”
His attention returned to Mao just long enough to offer the excuse, “I had to see for myself that you had survived,” before turning to Chue.
He touched a paper with a finger, saying, “I read your report. Anything new to add?”
Chue bowed, pressing her forehead against the floor. “Mighty lord, Miss Chue is sorry. She failed to guard the gem of your eye and offers her head in payment.”
A frown touched Mao’s usually stoic face, and she prepared to plead for Chue’s life. “She’s a pain, but better than ‘Steel.’” She looked sideways at the mercenary who had rescued her. To Mao’s disappointment, she looked as healthy as ever.
The Moon Prince waved his hand in negation. “You did what you could. We would hate to lose such a valuable servant. Besides, We wouldn’t want to deny Maomao a dear friend.”
Mao’s frown grew wider. She might be a little fond of Miss Chue, like a bothersome auntie, but calling her a friend was taking things too far.
“Any fresh news?” Jinshi pressed.
“The Shaoh and Mad Frank have disappeared, somewhere to the north,” Chue said. “The Shaoh were seen crossing the border, but The Frank wasn't with them, so I believe he's still in hiding. When Miss Maomao is well again, I would like her to search the hideout for clues.” All trace of humility from her earlier confession of guilt had vanished.
“Take Böktemür,” the prince said, looking at the guard Mao had nicknamed Steel. “I don’t want her kidnapped again. The mercenary has proven herself to be a competent soldier and guard. And she's one of the few people who can keep Mao in line.”
Mao rolled her eyes. Now she needed to deal with both “Auntie Chue” and Steel.
But that is another story.
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 13 Auntie Chue’s Head Part 2
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 ResignThe Moon Prince laid down his quill with a sigh. “You’re not looking good, Maomao.”
"You should talk, Milord. You're the one who called me here. When I arrived, I found you had disregarded my advice and were working. Please inform your attendants that I am not to blame if you die.”
Oh well, it was hard to respect someone, no matter their rank or beauty, if they refused to take care of themselves.
A wan smile appeared on his face. “I did indeed call you here. Your sage words are badly needed.” He glanced at his attendants as if to say, “See? Let me rest.”
His attention returned to Mao just long enough to offer the excuse, “I had to see for myself that you had survived,” before turning to Chue.
He touched a paper with a finger, saying, “I read your report. Anything new to add?”
Chue bowed, pressing her forehead against the floor. “Mighty lord, Miss Chue is sorry. She failed to guard the gem of your eye and offers her head in payment.”
A frown touched Mao’s usually stoic face, and she prepared to plead for Chue’s life. “She’s a pain, but better than ‘Steel.’” She looked sideways at the mercenary who had rescued her. To Mao’s disappointment, she looked as healthy as ever.
The Moon Prince waved his hand in negation. “You did what you could. We would hate to lose such a valuable servant. Besides, We wouldn’t want to deny Maomao a dear friend.”
Mao’s frown grew wider. She might be a little fond of Miss Chue, like a bothersome auntie, but calling her a friend was taking things too far.
“Any fresh news?” Jinshi pressed.
“The Shaoh and Mad Frank have disappeared, somewhere to the north,” Chue said. “The Shaoh were seen crossing the border, but The Frank wasn't with them, so I believe he's still in hiding. When Miss Maomao is well again, I would like her to search the hideout for clues.” All trace of humility from her earlier confession of guilt had vanished.
“Take Böktemür,” the prince said, looking at the guard Mao had nicknamed Steel. “I don’t want her kidnapped again. The mercenary has proven herself to be a competent soldier and guard. And she's one of the few people who can keep Mao in line.”
Mao rolled her eyes. Now she needed to deal with both “Auntie Chue” and Steel.
But that is another story.
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 13 Auntie Chue’s Head Part 2
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 ResignThe Moon Prince laid down his quill with a sigh. “You’re not looking good, Maomao.”
"You should talk, Milord. You're the one who called me here. When I arrived, I found you had disregarded my advice and were working. Please inform your attendants that I am not to blame if you die.”
Oh well, it was hard to respect someone, no matter their rank or beauty, if they refused to take care of themselves.
A wan smile appeared on his face. “I did indeed call you here. Your sage words are badly needed.” He glanced at his attendants as if to say, “See? Let me rest.”
His attention returned to Mao just long enough to offer the excuse, “I had to see for myself that you had survived,” before turning to Chue.
He touched a paper with a finger, saying, “I read your report. Anything new to add?”
Chue bowed, pressing her forehead against the floor. “Mighty lord, Miss Chue is sorry. She failed to guard the gem of your eye and offers her head in payment.”
A frown touched Mao’s usually stoic face, and she prepared to plead for Chue’s life. “She’s a pain, but better than ‘Steel.’” She looked sideways at the mercenary who had rescued her. To Mao’s disappointment, she looked as healthy as ever.
The Moon Prince waved his hand in negation. “You did what you could. We would hate to lose such a valuable servant. Besides, We wouldn’t want to deny Maomao a dear friend.”
Mao’s frown grew wider. She might be a little fond of Miss Chue, like a bothersome auntie, but calling her a friend was taking things too far.
“Any fresh news?” Jinshi pressed.
“The Shaoh and Mad Frank have disappeared, somewhere to the north,” Chue said. “The Shaoh were seen crossing the border, but The Frank wasn't with them, so I believe he's still in hiding. When Miss Maomao is well again, I would like her to search the hideout for clues.” All trace of humility from her earlier confession of guilt had vanished.
“Take Böktemür,” the prince said, looking at the guard Mao had nicknamed Steel. “I don’t want her kidnapped again. The mercenary has proven herself to be a competent soldier and guard. And she's one of the few people who can keep Mao in line.”
Mao rolled her eyes. Now she needed to deal with both “Auntie Chue” and Steel.
But that is another story.
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 13 Auntie Chue’s Head Part 1
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 ResignMao had #resigned herself to being carried to the palace on a litter, less so that Steel and Miss Chue stood guard on either side of the procession. She wondered why things couldn't be handled more discreetly.
At least the litter was smoother than a coach would have been. Her headaches still came and went. Ginger and radish leaf tea, along with persimmon cakes, helped with the nausea. A coach would have been pure torture.
It was a relief when they arrived at the palace and were ushered into Jinshi’s office.
Mao sighed. Inspecting the prince confirmed her fears. “Pale. Low yang. He’s been working despite what I told him. Recovering from being poisoned isn't simple.”
The paperwork in question was stacked in front of the Moon Prince. It was way too much for a healthy man, and Jinshi was hardly that. “Just let someone else deal with that paperwork,” she thought.
If she had been alone, she would have just said it, but with witnesses present, she needed to present a veneer of respect.
The events of the last few months had been trying for both of them. First, Jinshi survived an assassination attempt by a hair’s breadth, and now Mao was recovering from a head injury.
Her assumption that she had been called to the palace to care for his wound was dispelled when he didn’t send the attendants away. Perhaps they had captured The Mad Frank. But if that were the case, why not just send a message?
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 13 Auntie Chue’s Head Part 1
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 ResignMao had #resigned herself to being carried to the palace on a litter, less so that Steel and Miss Chue stood guard on either side of the procession. She wondered why things couldn't be handled more discreetly.
At least the litter was smoother than a coach would have been. Her headaches still came and went. Ginger and radish leaf tea, along with persimmon cakes, helped with the nausea. A coach would have been pure torture.
It was a relief when they arrived at the palace and were ushered into Jinshi’s office.
Mao sighed. Inspecting the prince confirmed her fears. “Pale. Low yang. He’s been working despite what I told him. Recovering from being poisoned isn't simple.”
The paperwork in question was stacked in front of the Moon Prince. It was way too much for a healthy man, and Jinshi was hardly that. “Just let someone else deal with that paperwork,” she thought.
If she had been alone, she would have just said it, but with witnesses present, she needed to present a veneer of respect.
The events of the last few months had been trying for both of them. First, Jinshi survived an assassination attempt by a hair’s breadth, and now Mao was recovering from a head injury.
Her assumption that she had been called to the palace to care for his wound was dispelled when he didn’t send the attendants away. Perhaps they had captured The Mad Frank. But if that were the case, why not just send a message?
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 13 Auntie Chue’s Head Part 1
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 ResignMao had #resigned herself to being carried to the palace on a litter, less so that Steel and Miss Chue stood guard on either side of the procession. She wondered why things couldn't be handled more discreetly.
At least the litter was smoother than a coach would have been. Her headaches still came and went. Ginger and radish leaf tea, along with persimmon cakes, helped with the nausea. A coach would have been pure torture.
It was a relief when they arrived at the palace and were ushered into Jinshi’s office.
Mao sighed. Inspecting the prince confirmed her fears. “Pale. Low yang. He’s been working despite what I told him. Recovering from being poisoned isn't simple.”
The paperwork in question was stacked in front of the Moon Prince. It was way too much for a healthy man, and Jinshi was hardly that. “Just let someone else deal with that paperwork,” she thought.
If she had been alone, she would have just said it, but with witnesses present, she needed to present a veneer of respect.
The events of the last few months had been trying for both of them. First, Jinshi survived an assassination attempt by a hair’s breadth, and now Mao was recovering from a head injury.
Her assumption that she had been called to the palace to care for his wound was dispelled when he didn’t send the attendants away. Perhaps they had captured The Mad Frank. But if that were the case, why not just send a message?
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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 13 Auntie Chue’s Head Part 1
#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 ResignMao had #resigned herself to being carried to the palace on a litter, less so that Steel and Miss Chue stood guard on either side of the procession. She wondered why things couldn't be handled more discreetly.
At least the litter was smoother than a coach would have been. Her headaches still came and went. Ginger and radish leaf tea, along with persimmon cakes, helped with the nausea. A coach would have been pure torture.
It was a relief when they arrived at the palace and were ushered into Jinshi’s office.
Mao sighed. Inspecting the prince confirmed her fears. “Pale. Low yang. He’s been working despite what I told him. Recovering from being poisoned isn't simple.”
The paperwork in question was stacked in front of the Moon Prince. It was way too much for a healthy man, and Jinshi was hardly that. “Just let someone else deal with that paperwork,” she thought.
If she had been alone, she would have just said it, but with witnesses present, she needed to present a veneer of respect.
The events of the last few months had been trying for both of them. First, Jinshi survived an assassination attempt by a hair’s breadth, and now Mao was recovering from a head injury.
Her assumption that she had been called to the palace to care for his wound was dispelled when he didn’t send the attendants away. Perhaps they had captured The Mad Frank. But if that were the case, why not just send a message?
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you can now read Another Way Out on the asokel website, at http://asokel.bluepixelcomputing.com/lore/Another_Way_Out.php !
more fics will be added as me and mason write em :P
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J'ai publié un nouveau chapitre de ma méga longue fanfic Blue Empress
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J'ai publié un nouveau chapitre de ma méga longue fanfic Blue Empress
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Je viens de publier la trad FR d'une fanfic One Piece courte que j'ai trouvée très mims
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I submitted my mod as a part of annual Morrowind May Modathon and got the "Labor of Love" achievement badge for it! :D I'm so happy I could participate! @lily and I both worked really hard on this...
https://www.nexusmods.com/morrowind/mods/58423?tab=description