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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (2/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)[Continued from the previous post]
Lilly hurried forward, her footsteps firmer, to meet the man standing next to the table.
"Welcome, Lilly," said the man to whom she had given her dinner. The age had fallen away from him, and he was plump and healthy. But when he lifted his face, it was that of the Goddess. "You gave the last of your money to my children, forgave my rudeness, and shared the last of your food with my friend."
At this, a mouse's head popped up out of a teapot on the table.
"You carry a guilt that is not yours," the Goddess continued, in a woman's voice. "Lay it down for the night. Enjoy."
For a heartbeat, Lilly could only stare. Warmth pressed gently against her chest.
“I… I don’t deserve this,” she whispered.
The Goddess smiled with the same softness Lilly had tried so hard to show others. “No one earns mercy, child. It is given.”
She looked down for just a second, and when she looked up, the Goddess was gone.
The table still waited; the orphanage children looked at her from their seats. They hadn't been there before, but Lilly felt no surprise. The mouse was already nibbling a chestnut.
She sat down, feeling warmth spread through her. A child handed her a plate full of food. Music rose again among the tinsel-bright branches, gentle and bright as starlight through frosted glass.
On that lonely winter road, Lilly allowed herself:
a meal taken without guilt,
a night spent without penance,
a moment of peace granted by the Goddess herself.Tomorrow, she would continue her wandering.
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (2/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)[Continued from the previous post]
Lilly hurried forward, her footsteps firmer, to meet the man standing next to the table.
"Welcome, Lilly," said the man to whom she had given her dinner. The age had fallen away from him, and he was plump and healthy. But when he lifted his face, it was that of the Goddess. "You gave the last of your money to my children, forgave my rudeness, and shared the last of your food with my friend."
At this, a mouse's head popped up out of a teapot on the table.
"You carry a guilt that is not yours," the Goddess continued, in a woman's voice. "Lay it down for the night. Enjoy."
For a heartbeat, Lilly could only stare. Warmth pressed gently against her chest.
“I… I don’t deserve this,” she whispered.
The Goddess smiled with the same softness Lilly had tried so hard to show others. “No one earns mercy, child. It is given.”
She looked down for just a second, and when she looked up, the Goddess was gone.
The table still waited; the orphanage children looked at her from their seats. They hadn't been there before, but Lilly felt no surprise. The mouse was already nibbling a chestnut.
She sat down, feeling warmth spread through her. A child handed her a plate full of food. Music rose again among the tinsel-bright branches, gentle and bright as starlight through frosted glass.
On that lonely winter road, Lilly allowed herself:
a meal taken without guilt,
a night spent without penance,
a moment of peace granted by the Goddess herself.Tomorrow, she would continue her wandering.
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (2/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)[Continued from the previous post]
Lilly hurried forward, her footsteps firmer, to meet the man standing next to the table.
"Welcome, Lilly," said the man to whom she had given her dinner. The age had fallen away from him, and he was plump and healthy. But when he lifted his face, it was that of the Goddess. "You gave the last of your money to my children, forgave my rudeness, and shared the last of your food with my friend."
At this, a mouse's head popped up out of a teapot on the table.
"You carry a guilt that is not yours," the Goddess continued, in a woman's voice. "Lay it down for the night. Enjoy."
For a heartbeat, Lilly could only stare. Warmth pressed gently against her chest.
“I… I don’t deserve this,” she whispered.
The Goddess smiled with the same softness Lilly had tried so hard to show others. “No one earns mercy, child. It is given.”
She looked down for just a second, and when she looked up, the Goddess was gone.
The table still waited; the orphanage children looked at her from their seats. They hadn't been there before, but Lilly felt no surprise. The mouse was already nibbling a chestnut.
She sat down, feeling warmth spread through her. A child handed her a plate full of food. Music rose again among the tinsel-bright branches, gentle and bright as starlight through frosted glass.
On that lonely winter road, Lilly allowed herself:
a meal taken without guilt,
a night spent without penance,
a moment of peace granted by the Goddess herself.Tomorrow, she would continue her wandering.
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (1/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)Alone again, she faced the dark, cold road ahead. The wind picked up, so she hurried along as fast as the rutted road would allow. Trees pressed in on either side, blocking the dim moonlight. It was the kind of night when ghosts and phantoms emerged.
At first, she didn’t notice the sound carried on the wind: bamboo pipes, bells, and stringed instruments. It was a sweet, spectral sound, as haunting as it was alluring.
As she rounded a bend in the road, the darkness receded. Ahead, the path was illuminated by trees adorned with gold and silver tinsel, red berry garlands, and candles. There were so many tapers that they lit the road with a glorious brilliance. The music surged giving #office to the Goddess, reaching a climax. Then it subsided to a soft, melodic refrain.
In the middle of the clearing stood a table laden with fine fare: roasted pheasant, greens sautéed with chestnuts and almonds, holly-garlanded pudding, and a steaming bowl of wassail. Pickled wild vegetables, teapots, and all manner of side dishes were arranged around these.
[Continued in the next post]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (1/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)Alone again, she faced the dark, cold road ahead. The wind picked up, so she hurried along as fast as the rutted road would allow. Trees pressed in on either side, blocking the dim moonlight. It was the kind of night when ghosts and phantoms emerged.
At first, she didn’t notice the sound carried on the wind: bamboo pipes, bells, and stringed instruments. It was a sweet, spectral sound, as haunting as it was alluring.
As she rounded a bend in the road, the darkness receded. Ahead, the path was illuminated by trees adorned with gold and silver tinsel, red berry garlands, and candles. There were so many tapers that they lit the road with a glorious brilliance. The music surged giving #office to the Goddess, reaching a climax. Then it subsided to a soft, melodic refrain.
In the middle of the clearing stood a table laden with fine fare: roasted pheasant, greens sautéed with chestnuts and almonds, holly-garlanded pudding, and a steaming bowl of wassail. Pickled wild vegetables, teapots, and all manner of side dishes were arranged around these.
[Continued in the next post]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (1/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)Alone again, she faced the dark, cold road ahead. The wind picked up, so she hurried along as fast as the rutted road would allow. Trees pressed in on either side, blocking the dim moonlight. It was the kind of night when ghosts and phantoms emerged.
At first, she didn’t notice the sound carried on the wind: bamboo pipes, bells, and stringed instruments. It was a sweet, spectral sound, as haunting as it was alluring.
As she rounded a bend in the road, the darkness receded. Ahead, the path was illuminated by trees adorned with gold and silver tinsel, red berry garlands, and candles. There were so many tapers that they lit the road with a glorious brilliance. The music surged giving #office to the Goddess, reaching a climax. Then it subsided to a soft, melodic refrain.
In the middle of the clearing stood a table laden with fine fare: roasted pheasant, greens sautéed with chestnuts and almonds, holly-garlanded pudding, and a steaming bowl of wassail. Pickled wild vegetables, teapots, and all manner of side dishes were arranged around these.
[Continued in the next post]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (1/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)Alone again, she faced the dark, cold road ahead. The wind picked up, so she hurried along as fast as the rutted road would allow. Trees pressed in on either side, blocking the dim moonlight. It was the kind of night when ghosts and phantoms emerged.
At first, she didn’t notice the sound carried on the wind: bamboo pipes, bells, and stringed instruments. It was a sweet, spectral sound, as haunting as it was alluring.
As she rounded a bend in the road, the darkness receded. Ahead, the path was illuminated by trees adorned with gold and silver tinsel, red berry garlands, and candles. There were so many tapers that they lit the road with a glorious brilliance. The music surged giving #office to the Goddess, reaching a climax. Then it subsided to a soft, melodic refrain.
In the middle of the clearing stood a table laden with fine fare: roasted pheasant, greens sautéed with chestnuts and almonds, holly-garlanded pudding, and a steaming bowl of wassail. Pickled wild vegetables, teapots, and all manner of side dishes were arranged around these.
[Continued in the next post]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (1/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)Alone again, she faced the dark, cold road ahead. The wind picked up, so she hurried along as fast as the rutted road would allow. Trees pressed in on either side, blocking the dim moonlight. It was the kind of night when ghosts and phantoms emerged.
At first, she didn’t notice the sound carried on the wind: bamboo pipes, bells, and stringed instruments. It was a sweet, spectral sound, as haunting as it was alluring.
As she rounded a bend in the road, the darkness receded. Ahead, the path was illuminated by trees adorned with gold and silver tinsel, red berry garlands, and candles. There were so many tapers that they lit the road with a glorious brilliance. The music surged giving #office to the Goddess, reaching a climax. Then it subsided to a soft, melodic refrain.
In the middle of the clearing stood a table laden with fine fare: roasted pheasant, greens sautéed with chestnuts and almonds, holly-garlanded pudding, and a steaming bowl of wassail. Pickled wild vegetables, teapots, and all manner of side dishes were arranged around these.
[Continued in the next post]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
Chapter 1. Even a Mouse
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/20Description: This is a twist on a classic fairy tale that some may find too saccharine.
The road leading down from the orphanage was rocky and rutted. In the dim evening light, Lily kept stumbling. She could have stayed with them, but that would have put a strain on their already overcrowded building. There was no way she could inconvenience them like that.
A sigh escaped her. She had planned to stay at an inn and warm herself at the #fireside, but the orphans' needs had been too great, so she gave the manager all her money. She would find a barn somewhere down in the valley to sleep in. No one would refuse a nun a place to rest, especially not tonight.
A voice called to her: "Alms. Alms for a poor blind man."
In the gathering gloom, she saw an emaciated figure with bandages wrapped around his eyes.
Another sigh threatened to escape her. "I don't have any money, but here’s the food I have."
Lilly handed him a small bundle containing a hunk of hard rye bread and a sliver of cheese. The orphanage manager had given it to her as she left. Lilly had hesitated at the offer. The orphans surely needed the food more than her, but merit was gained through giving, and she wouldn't be inconsiderate enough to deny the woman that.
The man felt the gift with his fingers and spat. "No doubt you want thanks, kind woman." He spat again and turned away, and tottered into the trees, grumbling.
The nun watched him go, saying nothing. Instead, she quietly blessed him and turned, starting back down the road.
It was cold, so she pulled her cloak tight and put her hands in her pockets.
"Goddess be praised!" she muttered. In a pocket, she found a crust of bread that had escaped prior detection.
"Squeak."
The sound caused her to look up. Beside the road was a #mouse, its paws raised as if begging.
This time, she let a sigh escape and threw the crust to the creature, which ran off with it.
[Continued in Chapter 2 By the Grace of the Goddess]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
Chapter 1. Even a Mouse
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/20Description: This is a twist on a classic fairy tale that some may find too saccharine.
The road leading down from the orphanage was rocky and rutted. In the dim evening light, Lily kept stumbling. She could have stayed with them, but that would have put a strain on their already overcrowded building. There was no way she could inconvenience them like that.
A sigh escaped her. She had planned to stay at an inn and warm herself at the #fireside, but the orphans' needs had been too great, so she gave the manager all her money. She would find a barn somewhere down in the valley to sleep in. No one would refuse a nun a place to rest, especially not tonight.
A voice called to her: "Alms. Alms for a poor blind man."
In the gathering gloom, she saw an emaciated figure with bandages wrapped around his eyes.
Another sigh threatened to escape her. "I don't have any money, but here’s the food I have."
Lilly handed him a small bundle containing a hunk of hard rye bread and a sliver of cheese. The orphanage manager had given it to her as she left. Lilly had hesitated at the offer. The orphans surely needed the food more than her, but merit was gained through giving, and she wouldn't be inconsiderate enough to deny the woman that.
The man felt the gift with his fingers and spat. "No doubt you want thanks, kind woman." He spat again and turned away, and tottered into the trees, grumbling.
The nun watched him go, saying nothing. Instead, she quietly blessed him and turned, starting back down the road.
It was cold, so she pulled her cloak tight and put her hands in her pockets.
"Goddess be praised!" she muttered. In a pocket, she found a crust of bread that had escaped prior detection.
"Squeak."
The sound caused her to look up. Beside the road was a #mouse, its paws raised as if begging.
This time, she let a sigh escape and threw the crust to the creature, which ran off with it.
[Continued in Chapter 2 By the Grace of the Goddess]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
Chapter 1. Even a Mouse
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/20Description: This is a twist on a classic fairy tale that some may find too saccharine.
The road leading down from the orphanage was rocky and rutted. In the dim evening light, Lily kept stumbling. She could have stayed with them, but that would have put a strain on their already overcrowded building. There was no way she could inconvenience them like that.
A sigh escaped her. She had planned to stay at an inn and warm herself at the #fireside, but the orphans' needs had been too great, so she gave the manager all her money. She would find a barn somewhere down in the valley to sleep in. No one would refuse a nun a place to rest, especially not tonight.
A voice called to her: "Alms. Alms for a poor blind man."
In the gathering gloom, she saw an emaciated figure with bandages wrapped around his eyes.
Another sigh threatened to escape her. "I don't have any money, but here’s the food I have."
Lilly handed him a small bundle containing a hunk of hard rye bread and a sliver of cheese. The orphanage manager had given it to her as she left. Lilly had hesitated at the offer. The orphans surely needed the food more than her, but merit was gained through giving, and she wouldn't be inconsiderate enough to deny the woman that.
The man felt the gift with his fingers and spat. "No doubt you want thanks, kind woman." He spat again and turned away, and tottered into the trees, grumbling.
The nun watched him go, saying nothing. Instead, she quietly blessed him and turned, starting back down the road.
It was cold, so she pulled her cloak tight and put her hands in her pockets.
"Goddess be praised!" she muttered. In a pocket, she found a crust of bread that had escaped prior detection.
"Squeak."
The sound caused her to look up. Beside the road was a #mouse, its paws raised as if begging.
This time, she let a sigh escape and threw the crust to the creature, which ran off with it.
[Continued in Chapter 2 By the Grace of the Goddess]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
Chapter 1. Even a Mouse
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/20Description: This is a twist on a classic fairy tale that some may find too saccharine.
The road leading down from the orphanage was rocky and rutted. In the dim evening light, Lily kept stumbling. She could have stayed with them, but that would have put a strain on their already overcrowded building. There was no way she could inconvenience them like that.
A sigh escaped her. She had planned to stay at an inn and warm herself at the #fireside, but the orphans' needs had been too great, so she gave the manager all her money. She would find a barn somewhere down in the valley to sleep in. No one would refuse a nun a place to rest, especially not tonight.
A voice called to her: "Alms. Alms for a poor blind man."
In the gathering gloom, she saw an emaciated figure with bandages wrapped around his eyes.
Another sigh threatened to escape her. "I don't have any money, but here’s the food I have."
Lilly handed him a small bundle containing a hunk of hard rye bread and a sliver of cheese. The orphanage manager had given it to her as she left. Lilly had hesitated at the offer. The orphans surely needed the food more than her, but merit was gained through giving, and she wouldn't be inconsiderate enough to deny the woman that.
The man felt the gift with his fingers and spat. "No doubt you want thanks, kind woman." He spat again and turned away, and tottered into the trees, grumbling.
The nun watched him go, saying nothing. Instead, she quietly blessed him and turned, starting back down the road.
It was cold, so she pulled her cloak tight and put her hands in her pockets.
"Goddess be praised!" she muttered. In a pocket, she found a crust of bread that had escaped prior detection.
"Squeak."
The sound caused her to look up. Beside the road was a #mouse, its paws raised as if begging.
This time, she let a sigh escape and threw the crust to the creature, which ran off with it.
[Continued in Chapter 2 By the Grace of the Goddess]
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
Chapter 1. Even a Mouse
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/20Description: This is a twist on a classic fairy tale that some may find too saccharine.
The road leading down from the orphanage was rocky and rutted. In the dim evening light, Lily kept stumbling. She could have stayed with them, but that would have put a strain on their already overcrowded building. There was no way she could inconvenience them like that.
A sigh escaped her. She had planned to stay at an inn and warm herself at the #fireside, but the orphans' needs had been too great, so she gave the manager all her money. She would find a barn somewhere down in the valley to sleep in. No one would refuse a nun a place to rest, especially not tonight.
A voice called to her: "Alms. Alms for a poor blind man."
In the gathering gloom, she saw an emaciated figure with bandages wrapped around his eyes.
Another sigh threatened to escape her. "I don't have any money, but here’s the food I have."
Lilly handed him a small bundle containing a hunk of hard rye bread and a sliver of cheese. The orphanage manager had given it to her as she left. Lilly had hesitated at the offer. The orphans surely needed the food more than her, but merit was gained through giving, and she wouldn't be inconsiderate enough to deny the woman that.
The man felt the gift with his fingers and spat. "No doubt you want thanks, kind woman." He spat again and turned away, and tottered into the trees, grumbling.
The nun watched him go, saying nothing. Instead, she quietly blessed him and turned, starting back down the road.
It was cold, so she pulled her cloak tight and put her hands in her pockets.
"Goddess be praised!" she muttered. In a pocket, she found a crust of bread that had escaped prior detection.
"Squeak."
The sound caused her to look up. Beside the road was a #mouse, its paws raised as if begging.
This time, she let a sigh escape and threw the crust to the creature, which ran off with it.
[Continued in Chapter 2 By the Grace of the Goddess]
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Plump Kings.
4. The Plump King’s Patch
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPrompt"Thump, thump." Something woke Claire and Rae in the middle of the night
Rae grabbed Claire, shivering. “Did you hear that? “Footsteps! On-on-on the roof.”
For once, Claire didn’t push her away. “There’s someone up there,” she hissed. “Go see what it is?”
Rae pried her arms off and got out of bed.
“Splash, squish.”
“There’s water!” Rae’s voice was shrill as she stepped into a puddle of water by the bed. “A ghost’s been here.” [Note: In Japan, ghosts are associated with water. When one visits you, it often leaves a puddle of water behind.]
Claire crept out of bed. “Squish, splash.”
In the moonlight, Rae could see Claire biting her lip. Her hand trembled as she grasped Rae’s.
“There’s something in the garden.” Claire’s voice squeaked.
“Garden?” Rae muttered to herself.
Claire tugged on Rae’s hand. “We need to find out what it is. The kids. We have to protect them.”
Rae followed Claire through the shadowy house.
“Rattle, rattle, bang.”
Claire shrieked as the pots and pans in the kitchen danced.
Rae chuckled to herself. This was going much better than she’d expected. Claire had swallowed the bait: hook, line, and sinker. She was even imagining things out in the garden. Rae hadn’t even put anything in the garden. This was a whole new #level of teasing!
Rae opened the door and stopped. In the garden, a ghostly head floated amid the weeds at the garden's edge. Its eyes and mouth flickered like dying candles. It was a face that was stamped indelibly in her mind, synonymous with villainy.
“Salas Lilium,” Rae muttered. “Returned for revenge, no doubt.”
She squeezed Claire’s hand and said in a low voice, "#Joint attack." Then, she charged out of the house shouting, “Team Claire!” The door slammed behind her.
Gales of laughter spilled out, not from the apparition but from Claire.
“Surprise,” Claire sputtered between peals of laughter. “You didn’t think you were going to fool me this time, did you?”
Under the pumpkin, which was carved to look like Salas, Rae found warm blankets and cushions.
Rae smiled. Claire was the kindest, loveliest bully she’d ever known.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober -
Plump Kings.
3. Claire’s Plump Kin
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPrompt“Don’t #trip, Honey,” Rae called as Claire brought two jack-o’-lanterns into the bedroom.
Rae looked at them critically. “They’re not very scary. Even the kids didn’t think they’d keep ghosts away.”
Indeed, Claire’s pumpkins weren’t scary. In fact, they looked like her friends Pipi and Loretta. She’d even added hair to each one: long pink wool for one and short brown moss for the other. Cute would have been a better description. “Claire’s Plump Kin,” Rae had called them.
“I made them for the kids,” Claire said. “I didn’t want them to have nightmares or wake up terrified in the middle of the night. Yours almost frightened even me!”
“You did look rather pale.”
“I did not! I would have been happy to put yours in our bedroom if the kids hadn’t insisted on keeping it in theirs.”
“Be honest. You’re just jelly because the kids like mine better.”
“Am not!”
“I hope Pipi and Loretta are up to scaring off ghosts. It’s All Plump King's Eve, when ghosts and goblins walk the earth.”
“You made that up!”
“Actually, I didn’t. If I’m lying, I’m dying. It’s actually called All Hallows Eve. Why, I’ll eat a Thanksgiving dinner you cook if I’m making it up.”
“Same thing,” Rae thought. “Your cooking is a no-save instant death.”
Claire gave up. “Whatever, go to sleep.”
“Do have too, your Plump Kin give off such a romantic #ambient light.”
To be Continued in: "The Plump King’s Patch
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober -
Plump Kings.
Chapter 2. Plump King Carving
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366“These are the ‘Plump Kings,’ ‘Plump Kin,’” Rae said, setting the last pumpkin down. "They come from a long, proud line of squishes."
On the table was a row of four pumpkins, one for each member of the François/Taylor household. Near the pumpkin seeds and innards, lay on a board ready to be washed clean and roasted.
Claire’s face turned scarlet as she waved her knife. “How often do I have to say it's pumpkin? You're a terrible example for the kids.”
Rae grinned. “I love it when you’re like that, but we promised not in front of the kids.”
“Mommy,” May said. “We know it’s pumpkin. Don’t be mad at Mother.”
“Don’t tease Mommy,” Aleah instructed Rae. She turned to Claire and added, “Count to ten when you feel angry, Mommy. That’s what Rae always says.”
“Sorry.” Claire gritted her teeth and spoke slowly, enunciating each word. “Don’t teach the kids the wrong word.”
May patted Claire’s knee. “We promise not to call them Plump Kings if it bothers you so much.”
“Yeah, Mommy. We won’t.” Aleah echoed.
“Claire, I solemnly promise never to call them Plump Kings again,” Rae said.
Patting the kids’ heads, Claire began smiling. “Thank you.”
“Okay, time to carve the Plump Kin,” Rae announced.
“I crown you the Plump King!” Claire said. Scooping up a handful of pumpkin innards—“splat!”—Rae was crowned.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober #SliceOfLife -
Plump Kings.
1. All Plump King’s Eve
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPromptMay entered the kitchen with a basket full of zucchini #buds and flowers. Right behind her, Aleah arrived, carrying a big, round orange pumpkin.
“What are you going to do with these?” May asked, setting her basket down next to the carrots Rae was peeling.
“I’ll dip these in batter and fry them until they’re crispy and golden brown,” Rae said, holding up a blossom. “It’s called tempura.”
“And this,” Aleah said, setting the pumpkin down on the table.
“I’ll turn this one into a pie.”
“Pie?” the two girls asked. “From a squash?”
“Indeed. I exchanged the recipe with Frater for the spices. It’s a yummy pie. You just wait.”
She continued, “I’ll need another small pumpkin to turn into tempura and a big one to make into a jack-o’-lantern.”
“What’s a jack-o’-lantern?” a new voice asked. The faint scent of the lotion Rae had made Claire preceded it: regal geranium with a hint of #creeping thyme.
The two girls rushed to the door, each hugging one of Claire’s legs. “We were gathering veggies for Mother Rae,” the girls squealed.
One girl went on, “See all the orange flowers I picked?” While the other said, “I brought in a huge Plump King.”
“They’re lovely flowers and a huge pumpkin,” Claire said, emphasizing the last word. “I ask again, what is a jack-o’-lantern?” Suspicion edged her voice.
“You take a Plump King and carve a face into it. Something scary. Then at night, you put a lit candle inside to scare away ghosts. It’s like throwing beans at oni.”
“And the ogre’s run away,” the May shouted.
Claire rolled her eyes.
“Does that work?” Aleah asked.
“No, it doesn’t work,” Claire said, glaring at Rae. “And they’re called pumpkins, not Plump Kings.”
“I like the name Plump Kings,” Rae said. “On special nights, magic like that works. So we’re going to put out jack-o’-lanterns to scare away the ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons that walk about on All Plump King’s Eve. Who knows? A ghost might sneak in that night and scare my lovely Claire.”
“If a ghost sneaks into our bedroom, it’ll be sleeping in the Plump King patch. You hear me, Rae Taylor!”
Continued in “Plump King Carving”
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Yuri
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober #SliceOfLife -
Plump Kings.
1. All Plump King’s Eve
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPromptMay entered the kitchen with a basket full of zucchini #buds and flowers. Right behind her, Aleah arrived, carrying a big, round orange pumpkin.
“What are you going to do with these?” May asked, setting her basket down next to the carrots Rae was peeling.
“I’ll dip these in batter and fry them until they’re crispy and golden brown,” Rae said, holding up a blossom. “It’s called tempura.”
“And this,” Aleah said, setting the pumpkin down on the table.
“I’ll turn this one into a pie.”
“Pie?” the two girls asked. “From a squash?”
“Indeed. I exchanged the recipe with Frater for the spices. It’s a yummy pie. You just wait.”
She continued, “I’ll need another small pumpkin to turn into tempura and a big one to make into a jack-o’-lantern.”
“What’s a jack-o’-lantern?” a new voice asked. The faint scent of the lotion Rae had made Claire preceded it: regal geranium with a hint of #creeping thyme.
The two girls rushed to the door, each hugging one of Claire’s legs. “We were gathering veggies for Mother Rae,” the girls squealed.
One girl went on, “See all the orange flowers I picked?” While the other said, “I brought in a huge Plump King.”
“They’re lovely flowers and a huge pumpkin,” Claire said, emphasizing the last word. “I ask again, what is a jack-o’-lantern?” Suspicion edged her voice.
“You take a Plump King and carve a face into it. Something scary. Then at night, you put a lit candle inside to scare away ghosts. It’s like throwing beans at oni.”
“And the ogre’s run away,” the May shouted.
Claire rolled her eyes.
“Does that work?” Aleah asked.
“No, it doesn’t work,” Claire said, glaring at Rae. “And they’re called pumpkins, not Plump Kings.”
“I like the name Plump Kings,” Rae said. “On special nights, magic like that works. So we’re going to put out jack-o’-lanterns to scare away the ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons that walk about on All Plump King’s Eve. Who knows? A ghost might sneak in that night and scare my lovely Claire.”
“If a ghost sneaks into our bedroom, it’ll be sleeping in the Plump King patch. You hear me, Rae Taylor!”
Continued in “Plump King Carving”
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Yuri
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober #SliceOfLife -
Plump Kings.
1. All Plump King’s Eve
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPromptMay entered the kitchen with a basket full of zucchini #buds and flowers. Right behind her, Aleah arrived, carrying a big, round orange pumpkin.
“What are you going to do with these?” May asked, setting her basket down next to the carrots Rae was peeling.
“I’ll dip these in batter and fry them until they’re crispy and golden brown,” Rae said, holding up a blossom. “It’s called tempura.”
“And this,” Aleah said, setting the pumpkin down on the table.
“I’ll turn this one into a pie.”
“Pie?” the two girls asked. “From a squash?”
“Indeed. I exchanged the recipe with Frater for the spices. It’s a yummy pie. You just wait.”
She continued, “I’ll need another small pumpkin to turn into tempura and a big one to make into a jack-o’-lantern.”
“What’s a jack-o’-lantern?” a new voice asked. The faint scent of the lotion Rae had made Claire preceded it: regal geranium with a hint of #creeping thyme.
The two girls rushed to the door, each hugging one of Claire’s legs. “We were gathering veggies for Mother Rae,” the girls squealed.
One girl went on, “See all the orange flowers I picked?” While the other said, “I brought in a huge Plump King.”
“They’re lovely flowers and a huge pumpkin,” Claire said, emphasizing the last word. “I ask again, what is a jack-o’-lantern?” Suspicion edged her voice.
“You take a Plump King and carve a face into it. Something scary. Then at night, you put a lit candle inside to scare away ghosts. It’s like throwing beans at oni.”
“And the ogre’s run away,” the May shouted.
Claire rolled her eyes.
“Does that work?” Aleah asked.
“No, it doesn’t work,” Claire said, glaring at Rae. “And they’re called pumpkins, not Plump Kings.”
“I like the name Plump Kings,” Rae said. “On special nights, magic like that works. So we’re going to put out jack-o’-lanterns to scare away the ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons that walk about on All Plump King’s Eve. Who knows? A ghost might sneak in that night and scare my lovely Claire.”
“If a ghost sneaks into our bedroom, it’ll be sleeping in the Plump King patch. You hear me, Rae Taylor!”
Continued in “Plump King Carving”
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Yuri
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober #SliceOfLife -
Plump Kings.
1. All Plump King’s Eve
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPromptMay entered the kitchen with a basket full of zucchini #buds and flowers. Right behind her, Aleah arrived, carrying a big, round orange pumpkin.
“What are you going to do with these?” May asked, setting her basket down next to the carrots Rae was peeling.
“I’ll dip these in batter and fry them until they’re crispy and golden brown,” Rae said, holding up a blossom. “It’s called tempura.”
“And this,” Aleah said, setting the pumpkin down on the table.
“I’ll turn this one into a pie.”
“Pie?” the two girls asked. “From a squash?”
“Indeed. I exchanged the recipe with Frater for the spices. It’s a yummy pie. You just wait.”
She continued, “I’ll need another small pumpkin to turn into tempura and a big one to make into a jack-o’-lantern.”
“What’s a jack-o’-lantern?” a new voice asked. The faint scent of the lotion Rae had made Claire preceded it: regal geranium with a hint of #creeping thyme.
The two girls rushed to the door, each hugging one of Claire’s legs. “We were gathering veggies for Mother Rae,” the girls squealed.
One girl went on, “See all the orange flowers I picked?” While the other said, “I brought in a huge Plump King.”
“They’re lovely flowers and a huge pumpkin,” Claire said, emphasizing the last word. “I ask again, what is a jack-o’-lantern?” Suspicion edged her voice.
“You take a Plump King and carve a face into it. Something scary. Then at night, you put a lit candle inside to scare away ghosts. It’s like throwing beans at oni.”
“And the ogre’s run away,” the May shouted.
Claire rolled her eyes.
“Does that work?” Aleah asked.
“No, it doesn’t work,” Claire said, glaring at Rae. “And they’re called pumpkins, not Plump Kings.”
“I like the name Plump Kings,” Rae said. “On special nights, magic like that works. So we’re going to put out jack-o’-lanterns to scare away the ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons that walk about on All Plump King’s Eve. Who knows? A ghost might sneak in that night and scare my lovely Claire.”
“If a ghost sneaks into our bedroom, it’ll be sleeping in the Plump King patch. You hear me, Rae Taylor!”
Continued in “Plump King Carving”
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Yuri
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober #SliceOfLife -
Plump Kings.
1. All Plump King’s Eve
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPromptMay entered the kitchen with a basket full of zucchini #buds and flowers. Right behind her, Aleah arrived, carrying a big, round orange pumpkin.
“What are you going to do with these?” May asked, setting her basket down next to the carrots Rae was peeling.
“I’ll dip these in batter and fry them until they’re crispy and golden brown,” Rae said, holding up a blossom. “It’s called tempura.”
“And this,” Aleah said, setting the pumpkin down on the table.
“I’ll turn this one into a pie.”
“Pie?” the two girls asked. “From a squash?”
“Indeed. I exchanged the recipe with Frater for the spices. It’s a yummy pie. You just wait.”
She continued, “I’ll need another small pumpkin to turn into tempura and a big one to make into a jack-o’-lantern.”
“What’s a jack-o’-lantern?” a new voice asked. The faint scent of the lotion Rae had made Claire preceded it: regal geranium with a hint of #creeping thyme.
The two girls rushed to the door, each hugging one of Claire’s legs. “We were gathering veggies for Mother Rae,” the girls squealed.
One girl went on, “See all the orange flowers I picked?” While the other said, “I brought in a huge Plump King.”
“They’re lovely flowers and a huge pumpkin,” Claire said, emphasizing the last word. “I ask again, what is a jack-o’-lantern?” Suspicion edged her voice.
“You take a Plump King and carve a face into it. Something scary. Then at night, you put a lit candle inside to scare away ghosts. It’s like throwing beans at oni.”
“And the ogre’s run away,” the May shouted.
Claire rolled her eyes.
“Does that work?” Aleah asked.
“No, it doesn’t work,” Claire said, glaring at Rae. “And they’re called pumpkins, not Plump Kings.”
“I like the name Plump Kings,” Rae said. “On special nights, magic like that works. So we’re going to put out jack-o’-lanterns to scare away the ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons that walk about on All Plump King’s Eve. Who knows? A ghost might sneak in that night and scare my lovely Claire.”
“If a ghost sneaks into our bedroom, it’ll be sleeping in the Plump King patch. You hear me, Rae Taylor!”
Continued in “Plump King Carving”
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Yuri
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober #SliceOfLife -
Just a few quick words about EP 3 of I'm In Love With The Villainess.
This is the episode people were worried would be cut. In this EP the character talks openly about being gay. Rae says without angst that she is gay and Clair is reprimanded for her prejudices.
The author Inori-sensei, and the production team stepped up to the plate and didn't flinch.
As much as people hate Twitter it would be a good thing to go there and drop a message of support to @wataoshi_anime
I am sure the haters are banging them right now. Let them know they have our support and appreciation.
#WatashiNoOshiWaAkuyakuReijou #ILTV #WataOshi #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
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Anime Review: Watashi no Oshi wa Akuyaku Reijou (I'm in Love With the Villainess)
This is something I have been looking forward to for months. The ILTV books are so funny and yet so serious. But could the anime even come close to matching them? I’ve had this experience before waiting for a beloved story turned anime and being disappointed.
Not this time. Eight minutes into the show, I was in danger of dying of food inhalation. I literally had to stop eating.
WataOshi is funny, the art is wonderful, and the voice acting superb. This is a 10/10 on all counts.
Since I am duty bound (Rae would never forgive me if I failed in my duty) to find a fault with it.
Here we go: since it absolutely can’t be accused of being yuri bait (Rae has declared her love within seconds of the show’s start) I will have to listen to bloggers spouting about how Rae should have been male or some other claptrap.
Sorry Rae, I can’t do it 10/10. Claire-sama you can step on me next.
#WatashiNoOshiWaAkuyakuReijou #ILTV #WataOshi #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
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I'm In Love With The Villainess
There are some character voice clips that I can't share so please check out this page on the official anime website: https://wataoshi-anime.com/#character
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I'm In Love With The Villainess
Cast reveal
Rae Taylor (CV: Yu Serizawa)
Claire François (CV: Karin Nanami)
Misha Yule: Aimi (https://anilist.co/staff/109519/Aimi)
Lene Orso: Ikumi Hasegawa (https://anilist.co/staff/132768/Ikumi-Hasegawa)
Loretta Cugret: Sara Matsumoto (https://anilist.co/staff/134577/Sara-Matsumoto)
Pipi Valrie: Minami Kurisaka (https://anilist.co/staff/210729/Minami-Kurisaka) -
I don't remember anyone posting this:
First PV for "I'm in Love With the Villainess"
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Light Novel Review: I’m in Love with the Villainess: She’s so Cheeky for a Commoner.
By Inori
Illustrated by Hanagata
Published: Seven Seas Entertainment(This review starts by talking about the series and Inori-sense, but I get to this volume by the end.)
Inori-sensei is one of the best authors to be currently writing Yuri. (I would say of queer literature) She is one of us and gets it. This is an author who is humorous at the same time she tackles serious topics. She is one of the few authors that can have me belly-laughing. Her talent doesn’t end there. The story is serious and serious issues are embedded in it. (Economic equality and queer existence.)
Her characters include both out and closeted lesbians, as well as a trans character. She treats these characters with respect and understanding without bludgeoning us with the sad realities many of us face.
You are going to be hearing a lot more about Inori and “I’m in Love with the Villainess” because an anime based on her books is planned for this fall. Inori seems excited about the anime, so I have high hopes that it will be good.
Sensei is very engaged with her readers, including her foreign fans. This is good because foreign fans have been a major driver of her continued success. When her books first appeared, they were only available as ebooks. The West got physical books first.
“I’m in Love with the Villainess” is a must-read for Yuri fans and those interested in queer literature.
What about “She’s so Cheeky for a Commoner.” Like all Inori’s books, it is well written. Both humorous and serious. The book covers the same ground as the first series, but from Clair Francois’s, the villainess’, point of view.
Anyone who has read the first series should love this book. And that is where we get the major problem with “She’s so Cheeky.” While you are meant to be able to read it as a stand-alone series, it fails at that. There is so much material that demands you have read the first series. I can’t imagine reading it without first having read the first series. Which, as I have pointed out, is well worth reading.
#ILTV #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess #WataOshi #私の推しは悪役令嬢 #Review #LightNovel # #SevenSeasEntertainment #Yuri #LesFic #Sapphic #SapphicBooks
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Source: いのり。＠わたおしアニメ化 (@Inori_ILTV)
"I'm in Love with the Villainess" Anime Expo 2023 Event Schedule
*All the following dates and times are in local time.1) Autograph Session with Aonoshimo-sensei
• Date: July 1 (Saturday) 13:00 onwards (Day 1)
• Venue: Exhibitor Hall #3700
• Participation method:
The first 50…
#ILTV #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess #WataOshi #私の推しは悪役令嬢