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Some of the lost asked only to be remembered. Others establish kingdoms, and I kneel long after the sovereign has vanished, carrying tribute to an abandoned throne, the old oath continuing to govern when the world that bowed before it is gone. There must be some moment when keeping faith with the lost means releasing the living from its rule.
#MastoPrompt
#fealty
#writing
#smallstories
#creativewriting
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The institution moved at the speed of liquid methane. Frigid lakes turned beneath an acrid sky. Nothing hurried. Nothing had to. Still, the blows came: window, gate, name, number, wait, each small refusal delivered at a temperature no human being can live. I came carrying a human claim. The machinery had no category for it.
#MastoPrompt
#volley
#writing
#creativewriting
#smallstories
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It turned out the new rallying cry of Chief Seattle High's volley ball team seattled the victory crown on their heads. Their opponent died laughing at the lyrics of 'Into the "Volley of Death." 1/1
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Rabbits at Tea
6-link #Rengay
(C) Paul David Mena @extraspecialbitter & Nara Moore @NaraMoore
(C) Image: Nara Moore - Seattle Street in Spring with usagi plushies in hyacinths#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Haiga #俳画 #Photography #マストドン写真部 #写 #UrbanPhotography #都市写真 #Plushie #Plushies #MastoPrompt #Hyacinth #DailyHaikuPrompt 9/9 #Sparrow #Ivy 9/10 #Warbler #Morning #ThingToWriteAbout #Toad #InkMine #Arcane #IsTheOrderARabbit #Rabbit #GochiUsa #Flowers #FlowerScrolling #Garden
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Willow Leaves
6-Link #Rengay
(C) 2026 Randy Bradbury @moto17
& Nara Moore @NaraMoore
Image: #ClaudeMonet Lily Pond and Weeping Willow, 1916–1919
& Endless Knot - Rick J. Pellegr,#dailyhaikuprompt #WillowLeaves #Gusty #MastoPrompt #whisk #Dharma #Buddhist #Willow #Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Haiga #俳画
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Arroyo gravel
in spring rains bloom ☽⋅••
lost child's graveWhose dark skin blessed
A distant southern clime••⋅☾ #Tanka ☽⋅••
#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Emoetry #lost #MastoPrompt #Gravel #Noir #NoirPoetry
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Arroyo gravel
in spring rains bloom ☽⋅••
lost child's graveWhose dark skin blessed
A distant southern clime••⋅☾ #Tanka ☽⋅••
#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Emoetry #lost #MastoPrompt #Gravel #Noir #NoirPoetry
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Arroyo gravel
in spring rains bloom ☽⋅••
lost child's graveWhose dark skin blessed
A distant southern clime••⋅☾ #Tanka ☽⋅••
#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Emoetry #lost #MastoPrompt #Gravel #Noir #NoirPoetry
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Arroyo gravel
in spring rains bloom ☽⋅••
lost child's graveWhose dark skin blessed
A distant southern clime••⋅☾ #Tanka ☽⋅••
#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Emoetry #lost #MastoPrompt #Gravel #Noir #NoirPoetry
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Arroyo gravel
in spring rains bloom ☽⋅••
lost child's graveWhose dark skin blessed
A distant southern clime••⋅☾ #Tanka ☽⋅••
#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Emoetry #lost #MastoPrompt #Gravel #Noir #NoirPoetry
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Vanities bonfire
Scrambling for wealth
Fools haughty bastionSnake eyes dice roll
Their soul's last echo••⋅☾ #WakaPoetry / #Tanka ☽⋅••
#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #DailyHaikuPrompt #Bonfire #haikufeels #scramble #Emoetry #haughty #MastoPrompt #bastion #VSS365 #dice #Inkmine #Last #haikuchallenge #Echo #Vanity #Wealth
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Like neutrons are delayed to cause fission,
and music tweaks my time to cause emotion,
I need no theory of relativity
to see how slowing down aids creativity.
A life in haste
would be a waste
we owe delays
our better days. -
Like neutrons are delayed to cause fission,
and music tweaks my time to cause emotion,
I need no theory of relativity
to see how slowing down aids creativity.
A life in haste
would be a waste
we owe delays
our better days. -
Like neutrons are delayed to cause fission,
and music tweaks my time to cause emotion,
I need no theory of relativity
to see how slowing down aids creativity.
A life in haste
would be a waste
we owe delays
our better days. -
Like neutrons are delayed to cause fission,
and music tweaks my time to cause emotion,
I need no theory of relativity
to see how slowing down aids creativity.
A life in haste
would be a waste
we owe delays
our better days. -
#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Mikaeri Zaka/Look Back Ridge (Sumika POV) Post 25
#Wss366 Swear #MastoPrompt SlamAs we hiked to Mikaeri Zaka, I began wondering if this was a good idea. I’d never done a test of courage before, but I wanted to do one before leaving Japan. Now I was scared. The trail was gloomy in the evening light, and once off the main path, the brush seemed to reach out to grab me.
I also remembered why I didn’t like Sis’s friend, Mori-san.
“They say there’s a woman with her head on backwards here,” Mori-san said, trying to sound spooky. “And there's an old man. If he calls your name, don’t turn around or he’ll cut your head off!”
I clutched my blankets tightly to my chest and grabbed my sister’s hand. “What if it’s true?” I thought.
“I #swear, you’re such a baby, Sumi-chan,” my sister said. “Those are just stories made up because it’s called ‘Mikaeri Zaka’ (Look Back Ridge). If people found headless bodies up here, it would be on TV.”
“Wow!” I thought. “High school kids are so smart.”
“Here we are,” Sis announced. “We can camp behind those bushes. If anyone comes, they won’t see us there.” She pointed to a thicket just beyond a ginkgo grove where the tread almost petered out.
Having company seemed unlikely to me. The branch trail we had followed was barely more than an overgrown animal track. More than once, we’d scrambled over or around fallen trees.
The image of an oni or tengu using the path came to me unbidden. This was just the kind of place where tengu would love to hide.
One thought led to another, and before long, I found myself worrying whether I was still small enough for a tengu to carry me away or leave me stranded in a treetop.
The “shrine” itself was in the ginkgo trees. In their shade were the rotting remains of a shrine box. At least, I assumed that’s what it was. A single board protruding from the loam was all that remained. There certainly wasn’t a bell or any offerings.
However, there was a weed-choked spring nearby, so I rinsed my mouth and hands in the water. I was a good girl and knew what to do when visiting a shrine.
The ginkgo grove was cool and made my skin tingle oddly when I entered. I faced the board, clapped, and sprinkled the rice I’d brought on the ground in front of it.
Behind me, Mori-san snickered. “It’s just some old, abandoned kami. No one cares about it.”
I ignored her. Even a forgotten deity deserved respect. That’s what I thought.
“You should wish for a husband as dumb as you are,” Mori-san continued, #slamming me again.
I placed my mom's money on the board and picked up a golden ginkgo leaf that caught my eye. It would be my charm. I clapped again and bowed.
“Maybe when I grow up, I’ll be your miko and dance for you,” I whispered and then joined the others in our little camp.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #SlowBurn #Yuri
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Enjoy our Valentine's Day menu at the #Wendigo Cafe. Start with a hearty warming soup. The main is a choice of slow-roasted tenderheart or a rare true heart steak (if available).For an indulgent finish, have a slice of sweetheart pie (3.14 extra).
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Crow With No Name Part 6
#Wss366 entail #MastoPrompt Joust
“Why did I ever get such a rude familiar?” the girl complained.
“Rude? You #joust. Ack, Ack… Wait… a familiar? What does that #entail?” I asked cocking my head.
“You help me with magic, let me pet you, answer my questions, make coffee…”
“Hold it! None of the above. I don’t know magic. No one pets me. Okay, maybe I can answer questions. But I don’t have hands, so coffee is out.”
“You're useless!”
“Now who's being rude, Miss Bossy-pants!”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy
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The mage frowned. "But you don't know how to #joust."
"No need," said the rogue. "They provide me with horse, armour and lance, right?"
"Yes?"
"I mount up then make a break for it."
"And then?"
"Next town along, I sell everything and disappear."
"Won't you be recognised?"
"Course not. I'll keep the helmet on."
"So they'll behead you anonymously. Capital."
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 5 Part 63: Jurassic Era
1/21/26 #TimeTravelAuthors #count #Wss366 #Roger #Mastoprompt
“Chosen ones?” Emily repeated. “Could you explain?”
"It's a literary trope where someone, usually unsuitable, is 'chosen' to save the world while fighting against impossible odds."
“Trope? Pray tell, what does that mean?”
“A literary cliché.”
“So, you think we’ve been chosen to stop the Illuminati?”
“Not really. It’s more likely that we're Lovecraftian characters who will be polished off or driven insane by implacable dark forces.”
“We could just travel to a pleasant time and place and live out our ghostly lives.”
“When you were alive, you could have just written a nice ‘women’s column,’ and ignored the threat in Europe. But you didn’t.”
Emily smiled, kicked a piece of coral, and then said, “No more than you can turn your back on this. There are things more significant than our puny lives and happiness.”
“#Roger that! Bogart couldn’t have said it better.”
“You know I can’t #count the number of times you make references I don’t understand.”
“Actor, 1940s. He starred in big films, including ‘Casablanca,’ where he says, ‘It doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.’”
“It’s a good line even if your imitation smells like yesterday’s fish.”
Casablanca (1942), starring Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, & Paul Henreid:
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 5 Part 60: Jurassic Era
1/15/26 #TimeTravelAuthors The cost of time travel #Wss366 pyramid #MastoPrompt aromatic
I kicked the detritus near the edge of the cave, then sat down with my legs dangling over the edge. An #aromatic breeze, reminiscent of ferns and conifers, rose from below, masking the odor of guano.
"If we want to learn what the rabbits are up to, we're going to have to go out there," I said, pointing to the surreal #pyramids.
“Can you fly that far? You'd be easy pickings out there on the water.”
“Yeah, I can’t see myself building a raft and paddling across open water. I don’t suppose we could just time-travel over there? We don’t seem limited spacially when doing it. And it doesn’t seem as taxing as dematerialisation.”
“All we can do is try.”
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Three Kings and a Princess
Frankincense to Offer Have I: Part V
#FanFiction #TheApothecaryDiaries #TearmoonEmpire
#wss366 bug (Implied) #MastoPrompt[Continued from “Frankincense to Offer Have I: Part IV”]
Finally, Pairin looked over Mao with satisfaction. “There, all ready to go. I doubt the prince will notice a few wrinkles. But that face—what crawled into your mouth?”
Mao did her best to smooth her face out. If Jinshi wished to pick wormwood there was nothing she could do about it except profit as best she could. If worse came to worst, there were ways of dealing with problems after the fact.
Outside, the shadows performed a queasy dance. If only she didn’t feel so ill, it would all be easier.
Just before entering the house, Pairin stopped her. “Here, let me #lend you this.” Pairin handed a loop of silk thread tied with elaborate notes. “I know you don’t fancy such things, but it has brought me luck.”
Entering the main house, she could feel the tension and excitement in the air. An open visit from someone in the imperial family could bring untold prosperity or ruin to an establishment. Some might say it was up to the gods, but neither Mao nor the Madam believed that. Luck played a role, but work and preparation were more important.
The incense blend had changed from the last time Mao was in the main house. Now the mixture leaned more heavily toward frankincense. “I hope they aren’t burning my share,” Mao grumbled and then put on what she believed was a happy face.
[Continued in next post]
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not superstition
we lend the land to the humans
in return they abuse it and us
without thanks or thought
believe their artificial divisions
make their pathetic parcels sovereign
when they’re all part of one world
our worldthey will not survive
though we are not wrathful
they will destroy themselves
with their lies and games
and self-deceptions
they have already startedthey forget that their millennia
are a fraction of one of our
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is Just Right
-> #Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt #TimeTravelAuthors 25. Midnight?Above me towered the bronze statue of Peter the Great, snow clinging to his horse’s back. In the background, the voices of a choir rose, drowning out the sound of machine gunfire.
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vainThe cacophony was so loud that I almost missed the voice saying, “Папа, папа.” If it hadn’t been for the tone, I would’ve missed it. Claire was calling me.
I tried to turn toward her but realized that I couldn’t move. It was like sleep paralysis, where everything was frozen except my eyes. When I squinted to the side, I looked out over a sparkling white field, like a #park or city plaza. It was a flat expanse cut in half by a glass plane that curved overhead. Through it towered the distorted shape of a can of red bean soup. Beyond that, I could see the inside of the cabin facing the bedroom. Floating above it all was Claire’s distorted, terrified face.
Somewhere, a clock tolled the hour. Claire turned and walked toward the bedroom. The choir fell #silent, and the gunfire faded and vanished. Each booming chime broke the silence, stirring the snow. Large flakes drifted down, dislodged from the statue above.
In the bedroom, three shadows danced in the air like smoke from a plague pyre.
“This noose is too big.”
“No!” I silently screamed, struggling to move.
“This noose is too sloppy.”
Peter the Great grinned down at me, his once solemn face now leering. It was a twisted smile that all but laughed.
The clock struck midnight.
“But this noose is just right.”
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is Just Right
-> #Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt #TimeTravelAuthors 25. Midnight?Above me towered the bronze statue of Peter the Great, snow clinging to his horse’s back. In the background, the voices of a choir rose, drowning out the sound of machine gunfire.
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vainThe cacophony was so loud that I almost missed the voice saying, “Папа, папа.” If it hadn’t been for the tone, I would’ve missed it. Claire was calling me.
I tried to turn toward her but realized that I couldn’t move. It was like sleep paralysis, where everything was frozen except my eyes. When I squinted to the side, I looked out over a sparkling white field, like a #park or city plaza. It was a flat expanse cut in half by a glass plane that curved overhead. Through it towered the distorted shape of a can of red bean soup. Beyond that, I could see the inside of the cabin facing the bedroom. Floating above it all was Claire’s distorted, terrified face.
Somewhere, a clock tolled the hour. Claire turned and walked toward the bedroom. The choir fell #silent, and the gunfire faded and vanished. Each booming chime broke the silence, stirring the snow. Large flakes drifted down, dislodged from the statue above.
In the bedroom, three shadows danced in the air like smoke from a plague pyre.
“This noose is too big.”
“No!” I silently screamed, struggling to move.
“This noose is too sloppy.”
Peter the Great grinned down at me, his once solemn face now leering. It was a twisted smile that all but laughed.
The clock struck midnight.
“But this noose is just right.”
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is Just Right
-> #Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt #TimeTravelAuthors 25. Midnight?Above me towered the bronze statue of Peter the Great, snow clinging to his horse’s back. In the background, the voices of a choir rose, drowning out the sound of machine gunfire.
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vainThe cacophony was so loud that I almost missed the voice saying, “Папа, папа.” If it hadn’t been for the tone, I would’ve missed it. Claire was calling me.
I tried to turn toward her but realized that I couldn’t move. It was like sleep paralysis, where everything was frozen except my eyes. When I squinted to the side, I looked out over a sparkling white field, like a #park or city plaza. It was a flat expanse cut in half by a glass plane that curved overhead. Through it towered the distorted shape of a can of red bean soup. Beyond that, I could see the inside of the cabin facing the bedroom. Floating above it all was Claire’s distorted, terrified face.
Somewhere, a clock tolled the hour. Claire turned and walked toward the bedroom. The choir fell #silent, and the gunfire faded and vanished. Each booming chime broke the silence, stirring the snow. Large flakes drifted down, dislodged from the statue above.
In the bedroom, three shadows danced in the air like smoke from a plague pyre.
“This noose is too big.”
“No!” I silently screamed, struggling to move.
“This noose is too sloppy.”
Peter the Great grinned down at me, his once solemn face now leering. It was a twisted smile that all but laughed.
The clock struck midnight.
“But this noose is just right.”
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is Just Right
-> #Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt #TimeTravelAuthors 25. Midnight?Above me towered the bronze statue of Peter the Great, snow clinging to his horse’s back. In the background, the voices of a choir rose, drowning out the sound of machine gunfire.
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vainThe cacophony was so loud that I almost missed the voice saying, “Папа, папа.” If it hadn’t been for the tone, I would’ve missed it. Claire was calling me.
I tried to turn toward her but realized that I couldn’t move. It was like sleep paralysis, where everything was frozen except my eyes. When I squinted to the side, I looked out over a sparkling white field, like a #park or city plaza. It was a flat expanse cut in half by a glass plane that curved overhead. Through it towered the distorted shape of a can of red bean soup. Beyond that, I could see the inside of the cabin facing the bedroom. Floating above it all was Claire’s distorted, terrified face.
Somewhere, a clock tolled the hour. Claire turned and walked toward the bedroom. The choir fell #silent, and the gunfire faded and vanished. Each booming chime broke the silence, stirring the snow. Large flakes drifted down, dislodged from the statue above.
In the bedroom, three shadows danced in the air like smoke from a plague pyre.
“This noose is too big.”
“No!” I silently screamed, struggling to move.
“This noose is too sloppy.”
Peter the Great grinned down at me, his once solemn face now leering. It was a twisted smile that all but laughed.
The clock struck midnight.
“But this noose is just right.”
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is Just Right
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt #TimeTravelAuthors 25. Does anything happen at midnight?Above me towered the bronze statue of Peter the Great, snow clinging to his horse’s back. In the background, the voices of a choir rose, drowning out the sound of machine gunfire.
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vainThe cacophony was so loud that I almost missed the voice saying, “Папа, папа.” If it hadn’t been for the tone, I would’ve missed it. Claire was calling me.
I tried to turn toward her but realized that I couldn’t move. It was like sleep paralysis, where everything was frozen except my eyes. When I squinted to the side, I looked out over a sparkling white field, like a #park or city plaza. It was a flat expanse cut in half by a glass plane that curved overhead. Through it towered the distorted shape of a can of red bean soup. Beyond that, I could see the inside of the cabin facing the bedroom. Floating above it all was Claire’s distorted, terrified face.
Somewhere, a clock tolled the hour. Claire turned and walked toward the bedroom. The choir fell #silent, and the gunfire faded and vanished. Each booming chime broke the silence, stirring the snow. Large flakes drifted down, dislodged from the statue above.
In the bedroom, three shadows danced in the air like smoke from a plague pyre.
“This noose is too big.”
“No!” I silently screamed, struggling to move.
“This noose is too sloppy.”
Peter the Great grinned down at me, his once solemn face now leering. It was a twisted smile that all but laughed.
The clock struck midnight.
“But this noose is just right.”
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾Author Notes☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaI wrote this just as the translation of “Hannelore’s Fifth Year” volume two started appearing in J-Novel Club pre-pubs. To the best of my ability, this story doesn’t break the canon of “Ascension of a Bookworm” and volume one of “Hannelore’s Fifth Year.” Volume two will most likely render this AU, though. However, I like the idea of Rozemyne and Hannelore eventually living together. They both need a good friend.
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾Author Notes☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaI wrote this just as the translation of “Hannelore’s Fifth Year” volume two started appearing in J-Novel Club pre-pubs. To the best of my ability, this story doesn’t break the canon of “Ascension of a Bookworm” and volume one of “Hannelore’s Fifth Year.” Volume two will most likely render this AU, though. However, I like the idea of Rozemyne and Hannelore eventually living together. They both need a good friend.
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾Author Notes☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaI wrote this just as the translation of “Hannelore’s Fifth Year” volume two started appearing in J-Novel Club pre-pubs. To the best of my ability, this story doesn’t break the canon of “Ascension of a Bookworm” and volume one of “Hannelore’s Fifth Year.” Volume two will most likely render this AU, though. However, I like the idea of Rozemyne and Hannelore eventually living together. They both need a good friend.
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾6. Tea Cake Crumbs☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySanta•─⋅☾Meanwhile in Dunkelfelger☽⋅─•
“Oh, my,” said Sieglinde, Hannelore’s mother. It would have taken a more observant man than Aub Werdekraf to notice the slight pallor that crept into his wife’s cheeks. But it was there, a sure sign that something highly unusual and alarming had happened. Fortunately, no servants were in the private dining room where the two were having dinner to observe her alarm.
“Is that Hannelore’s letter?” he asked as she handed it to him. He blinked as he read it, glanced up at his wife, and then continued reading.
Putting it down, he said, “How could Ferdinand have let this happen? A magical shumil?”
“Not just any shumil, it's a minor artifact. Only Ferdinand and Rozemyne could have made this one.”
“But what could it mean?” Wedekraf’s voice was muffled by the hands he had placed over his face.
His wife gave it some thought. She was the steadying hand that kept the Dunkelfelger ruling family in line. “Ah, I think I see.—Have you noticed that Rozemyne is inordinately fond of Hannelore?”
“One could hardly miss it. Do you think that’s all it is—an extravagant gift?”
“Do be sensible. Given Ferdinand’s involvement, it must mean something—something that can’t be spoken of directly.”
“But what?”
“What if Rozemyne is in love with Hannalore? If Ferdinand were to take Hana as a second wife, she would have an unassailable place where she could be with Rozemyne.”
The Aub took his hands away from his face, revealing brows scrunched in concentration. “That does sound like the kind of devious plan Ferdinand would come up with, but Rozemyne? I thought she had eyes #solely for Ferdinand.”
His wife was smiling now as she tapped her finger on the table. “It’s the #perfect solution to our Hannelore problem. She gets a good marriage with people who will ensure her comfort, and we strengthen our relationship with Alexandria and Rozemyne.”
•─⋅☾And in Alexandria☽⋅─•
Ferdinand emerged from the laboratory and approached his reading wife. “Do you know where the Shumil tool went? I had some ideas about how to cut down on the mana cost.”
The book slowly lowered, and Rozemyne looked up at him. “I sent it with Lady Sorrona to give to Hannelore.”
Ferdinand’s eyebrows twitched. “You did what!?”
Rozemyne set aside her book. “Oh dear, am I going to get another lecture?” Her tone was resigned.
[FINIS]
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾6. Tea Cake Crumbs☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySanta•─⋅☾Meanwhile in Dunkelfelger☽⋅─•
“Oh, my,” said Sieglinde, Hannelore’s mother. It would have taken a more observant man than Aub Werdekraf to notice the slight pallor that crept into his wife’s cheeks. But it was there, a sure sign that something highly unusual and alarming had happened. Fortunately, no servants were in the private dining room where the two were having dinner to observe her alarm.
“Is that Hannelore’s letter?” he asked as she handed it to him. He blinked as he read it, glanced up at his wife, and then continued reading.
Putting it down, he said, “How could Ferdinand have let this happen? A magical shumil?”
“Not just any shumil, it's a minor artifact. Only Ferdinand and Rozemyne could have made this one.”
“But what could it mean?” Wedekraf’s voice was muffled by the hands he had placed over his face.
His wife gave it some thought. She was the steadying hand that kept the Dunkelfelger ruling family in line. “Ah, I think I see.—Have you noticed that Rozemyne is inordinately fond of Hannelore?”
“One could hardly miss it. Do you think that’s all it is—an extravagant gift?”
“Do be sensible. Given Ferdinand’s involvement, it must mean something—something that can’t be spoken of directly.”
“But what?”
“What if Rozemyne is in love with Hannalore? If Ferdinand were to take Hana as a second wife, she would have an unassailable place where she could be with Rozemyne.”
The Aub took his hands away from his face, revealing brows scrunched in concentration. “That does sound like the kind of devious plan Ferdinand would come up with, but Rozemyne? I thought she had eyes #solely for Ferdinand.”
His wife was smiling now as she tapped her finger on the table. “It’s the #perfect solution to our Hannelore problem. She gets a good marriage with people who will ensure her comfort, and we strengthen our relationship with Alexandria and Rozemyne.”
•─⋅☾And in Alexandria☽⋅─•
Ferdinand emerged from the laboratory and approached his reading wife. “Do you know where the Shumil tool went? I had some ideas about how to cut down on the mana cost.”
The book slowly lowered, and Rozemyne looked up at him. “I sent it with Lady Sorrona to give to Hannelore.”
Ferdinand’s eyebrows twitched. “You did what!?”
Rozemyne set aside her book. “Oh dear, am I going to get another lecture?” Her tone was resigned.
[FINIS]
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾6. Tea Cake Crumbs☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySanta•─⋅☾Meanwhile in Dunkelfelger☽⋅─•
“Oh, my,” said Sieglinde, Hannelore’s mother. It would have taken a more observant man than Aub Werdekraf to notice the slight pallor that crept into his wife’s cheeks. But it was there, a sure sign that something highly unusual and alarming had happened. Fortunately, no servants were in the private dining room where the two were having dinner to observe her alarm.
“Is that Hannelore’s letter?” he asked as she handed it to him. He blinked as he read it, glanced up at his wife, and then continued reading.
Putting it down, he said, “How could Ferdinand have let this happen? A magical shumil?”
“Not just any shumil, it's a minor artifact. Only Ferdinand and Rozemyne could have made this one.”
“But what could it mean?” Wedekraf’s voice was muffled by the hands he had placed over his face.
His wife gave it some thought. She was the steadying hand that kept the Dunkelfelger ruling family in line. “Ah, I think I see.—Have you noticed that Rozemyne is inordinately fond of Hannelore?”
“One could hardly miss it. Do you think that’s all it is—an extravagant gift?”
“Do be sensible. Given Ferdinand’s involvement, it must mean something—something that can’t be spoken of directly.”
“But what?”
“What if Rozemyne is in love with Hannalore? If Ferdinand were to take Hana as a second wife, she would have an unassailable place where she could be with Rozemyne.”
The Aub took his hands away from his face, revealing brows scrunched in concentration. “That does sound like the kind of devious plan Ferdinand would come up with, but Rozemyne? I thought she had eyes #solely for Ferdinand.”
His wife was smiling now as she tapped her finger on the table. “It’s the #perfect solution to our Hannelore problem. She gets a good marriage with people who will ensure her comfort, and we strengthen our relationship with Alexandria and Rozemyne.”
•─⋅☾And in Alexandria☽⋅─•
Ferdinand emerged from the laboratory and approached his reading wife. “Do you know where the Shumil tool went? I had some ideas about how to cut down on the mana cost.”
The book slowly lowered, and Rozemyne looked up at him. “I sent it with Lady Sorrona to give to Hannelore.”
Ferdinand’s eyebrows twitched. “You did what!?”
Rozemyne set aside her book. “Oh dear, am I going to get another lecture?” Her tone was resigned.
[FINIS]
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾6. Tea Cake Crumbs☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySanta•─⋅☾Meanwhile in Dunkelfelger☽⋅─•
“Oh, my,” said Sieglinde, Hannelore’s mother. It would have taken a more observant man than Aub Werdekraf to notice the slight pallor that crept into his wife’s cheeks. But it was there, a sure sign that something highly unusual and alarming had happened. Fortunately, no servants were in the private dining room where the two were having dinner to observe her alarm.
“Is that Hannelore’s letter?” he asked as she handed it to him. He blinked as he read it, glanced up at his wife, and then continued reading.
Putting it down, he said, “How could Ferdinand have let this happen? A magical shumil?”
“Not just any shumil, it's a minor artifact. Only Ferdinand and Rozemyne could have made this one.”
“But what could it mean?” Wedekraf’s voice was muffled by the hands he had placed over his face.
His wife gave it some thought. She was the steadying hand that kept the Dunkelfelger ruling family in line. “Ah, I think I see.—Have you noticed that Rozemyne is inordinately fond of Hannelore?”
“One could hardly miss it. Do you think that’s all it is—an extravagant gift?”
“Do be sensible. Given Ferdinand’s involvement, it must mean something—something that can’t be spoken of directly.”
“But what?”
“What if Rozemyne is in love with Hannalore? If Ferdinand were to take Hana as a second wife, she would have an unassailable place where she could be with Rozemyne.”
The Aub took his hands away from his face, revealing brows scrunched in concentration. “That does sound like the kind of devious plan Ferdinand would come up with, but Rozemyne? I thought she had eyes #solely for Ferdinand.”
His wife was smiling now as she tapped her finger on the table. “It’s the #perfect solution to our Hannelore problem. She gets a good marriage with people who will ensure her comfort, and we strengthen our relationship with Alexandria and Rozemyne.”
•─⋅☾And in Alexandria☽⋅─•
Ferdinand emerged from the laboratory and approached his reading wife. “Do you know where the Shumil tool went? I had some ideas about how to cut down on the mana cost.”
The book slowly lowered, and Rozemyne looked up at him. “I sent it with Lady Sorrona to give to Hannelore.”
Ferdinand’s eyebrows twitched. “You did what!?”
Rozemyne set aside her book. “Oh dear, am I going to get another lecture?” Her tone was resigned.
[FINIS]
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾6. Tea Cake Crumbs☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySanta•─⋅☾Meanwhile in Dunkelfelger☽⋅─•
“Oh, my,” said Sieglinde, Hannelore’s mother. It would have taken a more observant man than Aub Werdekraf to notice the slight pallor that crept into his wife’s cheeks. But it was there, a sure sign that something highly unusual and alarming had happened. Fortunately, no servants were in the private dining room where the two were having dinner to observe her alarm.
“Is that Hannelore’s letter?” he asked as she handed it to him. He blinked as he read it, glanced up at his wife, and then continued reading.
Putting it down, he said, “How could Ferdinand have let this happen? A magical shumil?”
“Not just any shumil, it's a minor artifact. Only Ferdinand and Rozemyne could have made this one.”
“But what could it mean?” Wedekraf’s voice was muffled by the hands he had placed over his face.
His wife gave it some thought. She was the steadying hand that kept the Dunkelfelger ruling family in line. “Ah, I think I see.—Have you noticed that Rozemyne is inordinately fond of Hannelore?”
“One could hardly miss it. Do you think that’s all it is—an extravagant gift?”
“Do be sensible. Given Ferdinand’s involvement, it must mean something—something that can’t be spoken of directly.”
“But what?”
“What if Rozemyne is in love with Hannalore? If Ferdinand were to take Hana as a second wife, she would have an unassailable place where she could be with Rozemyne.”
The Aub took his hands away from his face, revealing brows scrunched in concentration. “That does sound like the kind of devious plan Ferdinand would come up with, but Rozemyne? I thought she had eyes #solely for Ferdinand.”
His wife was smiling now as she tapped her finger on the table. “It’s the #perfect solution to our Hannelore problem. She gets a good marriage with people who will ensure her comfort, and we strengthen our relationship with Alexandria and Rozemyne.”
•─⋅☾And in Alexandria☽⋅─•
Ferdinand emerged from the laboratory and approached his reading wife. “Do you know where the Shumil tool went? I had some ideas about how to cut down on the mana cost.”
The book slowly lowered, and Rozemyne looked up at him. “I sent it with Lady Sorrona to give to Hannelore.”
Ferdinand’s eyebrows twitched. “You did what!?”
Rozemyne set aside her book. “Oh dear, am I going to get another lecture?” Her tone was resigned.
[FINIS]
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: And This One is Too Cold
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/14 #TimeTravelAuthors 12/13 #WordWeavers 12/14: injuries“We need to get out of here!” I yelled as soon as I had recovered from seeing my wife burned at the stake.
“We can’t leave her,” Claire sobbed. But I knew my duty and what Rebecca would have wanted. That was to get our daughter to safety. I could return here with a priest or a medium or someone else—anyone—to see if we could recall Rebecca.
I grabbed Claire and dragged her to the door. She kicked and screamed. Her nails tore at my hands, but I held on. Finally, she broke free when I tried to open the cabin door.
For a second, I was paralyzed, torn between opening the door and catching her again. Then, there was a #popping noise, and I felt a sharp pain run down my back. Only after I’d hit the floor did I realize what had happened. I had thrown out my back while trying to do both.
It was an old injury, but when it went out, I couldn’t move for weeks.
Paralyzed, I watched Claire run to the bedroom, screaming her mother’s name. “Rebecca! Mommy!
Then silence fell.
“Claire, honey. Help me.” I called. “We need to get out of here so we can bring someone back to rescue Mom.” I wasn’t #optimistic, though. Laying her soul to rest was probably the best we could do.
I waited, #hoping I’d convinced Claire.
“Okay,” she replied, coming out of the bedroom. Sparkling white gems dangled from the torn fabric of her white dress. The words “Anastasia screamed in vain” came to me from somewhere.
I shivered when she spoke again, in a #faraway, forlorn voice: “They came for them. Мама, папа.”
Slowly, her eyes focused.
“I’ll help you, папа,” she continued, her voice still dreamy.
She re-entered the bedroom, where I could see her next to a chest of drawers. When she pulled out the first drawer, she dumped it out. Clothes, a length of rope, and other odds clattered to the floor.
“This one is too messy,” she chanted. I heard the next drawer and chant, “And this one is too empty.”
Finally, she opened the bottom drawer and took something out.
“And this one is so cute. The Santa looks just like you, папа.”
She held a snow globe depicting Santa in a town square. In the background, a palace stood amid snowdrifts. When she shook it, snow flew—dazzling, blinding, a sheet that obscured the room.
She repeated, “Just like you.”
The snow brushed my face. In the background, I heard a horse scream and a gunshot.
3/4
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: And This One is Too Cold
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/14 #TimeTravelAuthors 12/13 #WordWeavers 12/14: injuries“We need to get out of here!” I yelled as soon as I had recovered from seeing my wife burned at the stake.
“We can’t leave her,” Claire sobbed. But I knew my duty and what Rebecca would have wanted. That was to get our daughter to safety. I could return here with a priest or a medium or someone else—anyone—to see if we could recall Rebecca.
I grabbed Claire and dragged her to the door. She kicked and screamed. Her nails tore at my hands, but I held on. Finally, she broke free when I tried to open the cabin door.
For a second, I was paralyzed, torn between opening the door and catching her again. Then, there was a #popping noise, and I felt a sharp pain run down my back. Only after I’d hit the floor did I realize what had happened. I had thrown out my back while trying to do both.
It was an old injury, but when it went out, I couldn’t move for weeks.
Paralyzed, I watched Claire run to the bedroom, screaming her mother’s name. “Rebecca! Mommy!
Then silence fell.
“Claire, honey. Help me.” I called. “We need to get out of here so we can bring someone back to rescue Mom.” I wasn’t #optimistic, though. Laying her soul to rest was probably the best we could do.
I waited, #hoping I’d convinced Claire.
“Okay,” she replied, coming out of the bedroom. Sparkling white gems dangled from the torn fabric of her white dress. The words “Anastasia screamed in vain” came to me from somewhere.
I shivered when she spoke again, in a #faraway, forlorn voice: “They came for them. Мама, папа.”
Slowly, her eyes focused.
“I’ll help you, папа,” she continued, her voice still dreamy.
She re-entered the bedroom, where I could see her next to a chest of drawers. When she pulled out the first drawer, she dumped it out. Clothes, a length of rope, and other odds clattered to the floor.
“This one is too messy,” she chanted. I heard the next drawer and chant, “And this one is too empty.”
Finally, she opened the bottom drawer and took something out.
“And this one is so cute. The Santa looks just like you, папа.”
She held a snow globe depicting Santa in a town square. In the background, a palace stood amid snowdrifts. When she shook it, snow flew—dazzling, blinding, a sheet that obscured the room.
She repeated, “Just like you.”
The snow brushed my face. In the background, I heard a horse scream and a gunshot.
3/4
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: And This One is Too Cold
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/14 #TimeTravelAuthors 12/13 #WordWeavers 12/14: injuries“We need to get out of here!” I yelled as soon as I had recovered from seeing my wife burned at the stake.
“We can’t leave her,” Claire sobbed. But I knew my duty and what Rebecca would have wanted. That was to get our daughter to safety. I could return here with a priest or a medium or someone else—anyone—to see if we could recall Rebecca.
I grabbed Claire and dragged her to the door. She kicked and screamed. Her nails tore at my hands, but I held on. Finally, she broke free when I tried to open the cabin door.
For a second, I was paralyzed, torn between opening the door and catching her again. Then, there was a #popping noise, and I felt a sharp pain run down my back. Only after I’d hit the floor did I realize what had happened. I had thrown out my back while trying to do both.
It was an old injury, but when it went out, I couldn’t move for weeks.
Paralyzed, I watched Claire run to the bedroom, screaming her mother’s name. “Rebecca! Mommy!
Then silence fell.
“Claire, honey. Help me.” I called. “We need to get out of here so we can bring someone back to rescue Mom.” I wasn’t #optimistic, though. Laying her soul to rest was probably the best we could do.
I waited, #hoping I’d convinced Claire.
“Okay,” she replied, coming out of the bedroom. Sparkling white gems dangled from the torn fabric of her white dress. The words “Anastasia screamed in vain” came to me from somewhere.
I shivered when she spoke again, in a #faraway, forlorn voice: “They came for them. Мама, папа.”
Slowly, her eyes focused.
“I’ll help you, папа,” she continued, her voice still dreamy.
She re-entered the bedroom, where I could see her next to a chest of drawers. When she pulled out the first drawer, she dumped it out. Clothes, a length of rope, and other odds clattered to the floor.
“This one is too messy,” she chanted. I heard the next drawer and chant, “And this one is too empty.”
Finally, she opened the bottom drawer and took something out.
“And this one is so cute. The Santa looks just like you, папа.”
She held a snow globe depicting Santa in a town square. In the background, a palace stood amid snowdrifts. When she shook it, snow flew—dazzling, blinding, a sheet that obscured the room.
She repeated, “Just like you.”
The snow brushed my face. In the background, I heard a horse scream and a gunshot.
3/4
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: And This One is Too Cold
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/14 #TimeTravelAuthors 12/13“We need to get out of here!” I yelled as soon as I had recovered from seeing my wife burned at the stake.
“We can’t leave her,” Claire sobbed. But I knew my duty and what Rebecca would have wanted. That was to get our daughter to safety. I could return here with a priest or a medium or someone else—anyone—to see if we could recall Rebecca.
I grabbed Claire and dragged her to the door. She kicked and screamed. Her nails tore at my hands, but I held on. Finally, she broke free when I tried to open the cabin door.
For a second, I was paralyzed, torn between opening the door and catching her again. Then, there was a #popping noise, and I felt a sharp pain run down my back. Only after I’d hit the floor did I realize what had happened. I had thrown out my back while trying to do both.
It was an old injury, but when it went out, I couldn’t move for weeks.
Paralyzed, I watched Claire run to the bedroom, screaming her mother’s name. “Rebecca! Mommy!
Then silence fell.
“Claire, honey. Help me.” I called. “We need to get out of here so we can bring someone back to rescue Mom.” I wasn’t #optimistic, though. Laying her soul to rest was probably the best we could do.
I waited, #hoping I’d convinced Claire.
“Okay,” she replied, coming out of the bedroom. Sparkling white gems dangled from the torn fabric of her white dress. The words “Anastasia screamed in vain” came to me from somewhere.
I shivered when she spoke again, in a #faraway, forlorn voice: “They came for them. Мама, папа.”
Slowly, her eyes focused.
“I’ll help you, папа,” she continued, her voice still dreamy.
She re-entered the bedroom, where I could see her next to a chest of drawers. When she pulled out the first drawer, she dumped it out. Clothes, a length of rope, and other odds clattered to the floor.
“This one is too messy,” she chanted. I heard the next drawer and chant, “And this one is too empty.”
Finally, she opened the bottom drawer and took something out.
“And this one is so cute. The Santa looks just like you, папа.”
She held a snow globe depicting Santa in a town square. In the background, a palace stood amid snowdrifts. When she shook it, snow flew—dazzling, blinding, a sheet that obscured the room.
She repeated, “Just like you.”
The snow brushed my face. In the background, I heard a horse scream and a gunshot.
3/4
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾4. Book Buddies Forever☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaAs was customary, Sorrona took the first swallow of matcha. Then, she passed the cups around.
Everyone took a sip of the emerald-green #liquid. The lady from Klassenberg made a slightly wry face but quickly hid it. What was her name? Hannelore wondered. "Valeriane Tochter Klassenberg. That was it."
"This is lovely china, so unique," Valeriane said. Hanna thought it was perhaps an attempt to cover up her faux pas. "May I buy a set for my tea parties?" Valeriane went on.
“No, I’m sorry,” Sorrona answered. "They won't be available until after the Archduke Conference, but you can have the setting in front of you as a gift. You'll find Aub Rozemyne’s personal seal on the bottom.”
"Now, on to the treats," she said, sampling a sandwich and each confection to demonstrate that they weren't poisoned. "This is matcha milli feuille," she said, cutting into the lavish cake. She stumbled slightly over the name and giggled nervously.
"Everyone calls these tanieh jellies," she said, picking up the deep tan confections. "And these are mochi," she said, eating one of the round confections. "Rozemyne is very proud of the mochi. She said that they were incredibly difficult to develop.”
Finished, she turned to Hannelore. "You might be wondering why Her Grace entrusted me with debuting her creations. I was surprised, too, but when she asked who wanted to join the library committee, I was the only one to volunteer. She said you were my senpai, and that I should listen to you."
Sorrona giggled after making this serious announcement.
Hannelore stared as a feeling of déjà vu washed over her.
When Sorrona held up her little finger, it seemed to Hannelore that the girl wanted to shake pinkies. Flustered and unsure what to do, Hannelore complied, wrapping her pinky around Sorrona’s.
Sorrona giggled again and said, "Book buddies forever."
Such obvious favoritism clearly showed that Alexandria had singled out Dunkelfelger for special favor. Either that or they were signaling a marriage offer was in the making. Perhapes, Ferdinand was looking for a second wife. One wrong move and they would feel snubbed, and she would make an enemy of them.
Hannelore could feel the other women’s eyes burning through her. They would immediately share this intelligence with their duchies. Until she heard back from Dunkelfelger's Aub, her every move would be watched and interpreted. It was a nightmare.
She carefully #folded hands, making sure her smile didn’t waver. It was a far cry from her thoughts."What has my bad timing gotten me into this time?"
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾4. Book Buddies Forever☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaAs was customary, Sorrona took the first swallow of matcha. Then, she passed the cups around.
Everyone took a sip of the emerald-green #liquid. The lady from Klassenberg made a slightly wry face but quickly hid it. What was her name? Hannelore wondered. "Valeriane Tochter Klassenberg. That was it."
"This is lovely china, so unique," Valeriane said. Hanna thought it was perhaps an attempt to cover up her faux pas. "May I buy a set for my tea parties?" Valeriane went on.
“No, I’m sorry,” Sorrona answered. "They won't be available until after the Archduke Conference, but you can have the setting in front of you as a gift. You'll find Aub Rozemyne’s personal seal on the bottom.”
"Now, on to the treats," she said, sampling a sandwich and each confection to demonstrate that they weren't poisoned. "This is matcha milli feuille," she said, cutting into the lavish cake. She stumbled slightly over the name and giggled nervously.
"Everyone calls these tanieh jellies," she said, picking up the deep tan confections. "And these are mochi," she said, eating one of the round confections. "Rozemyne is very proud of the mochi. She said that they were incredibly difficult to develop.”
Finished, she turned to Hannelore. "You might be wondering why Her Grace entrusted me with debuting her creations. I was surprised, too, but when she asked who wanted to join the library committee, I was the only one to volunteer. She said you were my senpai, and that I should listen to you."
Sorrona giggled after making this serious announcement.
Hannelore stared as a feeling of déjà vu washed over her.
When Sorrona held up her little finger, it seemed to Hannelore that the girl wanted to shake pinkies. Flustered and unsure what to do, Hannelore complied, wrapping her pinky around Sorrona’s.
Sorrona giggled again and said, "Book buddies forever."
Such obvious favoritism clearly showed that Alexandria had singled out Dunkelfelger for special favor. Either that or they were signaling a marriage offer was in the making. Perhapes, Ferdinand was looking for a second wife. One wrong move and they would feel snubbed, and she would make an enemy of them.
Hannelore could feel the other women’s eyes burning through her. They would immediately share this intelligence with their duchies. Until she heard back from Dunkelfelger's Aub, her every move would be watched and interpreted. It was a nightmare.
She carefully #folded hands, making sure her smile didn’t waver. It was a far cry from her thoughts."What has my bad timing gotten me into this time?"
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾4. Book Buddies Forever☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaAs was customary, Sorrona took the first swallow of matcha. Then, she passed the cups around.
Everyone took a sip of the emerald-green #liquid. The lady from Klassenberg made a slightly wry face but quickly hid it. What was her name? Hannelore wondered. "Valeriane Tochter Klassenberg. That was it."
"This is lovely china, so unique," Valeriane said. Hanna thought it was perhaps an attempt to cover up her faux pas. "May I buy a set for my tea parties?" Valeriane went on.
“No, I’m sorry,” Sorrona answered. "They won't be available until after the Archduke Conference, but you can have the setting in front of you as a gift. You'll find Aub Rozemyne’s personal seal on the bottom.”
"Now, on to the treats," she said, sampling a sandwich and each confection to demonstrate that they weren't poisoned. "This is matcha milli feuille," she said, cutting into the lavish cake. She stumbled slightly over the name and giggled nervously.
"Everyone calls these tanieh jellies," she said, picking up the deep tan confections. "And these are mochi," she said, eating one of the round confections. "Rozemyne is very proud of the mochi. She said that they were incredibly difficult to develop.”
Finished, she turned to Hannelore. "You might be wondering why Her Grace entrusted me with debuting her creations. I was surprised, too, but when she asked who wanted to join the library committee, I was the only one to volunteer. She said you were my senpai, and that I should listen to you."
Sorrona giggled after making this serious announcement.
Hannelore stared as a feeling of déjà vu washed over her.
When Sorrona held up her little finger, it seemed to Hannelore that the girl wanted to shake pinkies. Flustered and unsure what to do, Hannelore complied, wrapping her pinky around Sorrona’s.
Sorrona giggled again and said, "Book buddies forever."
Such obvious favoritism clearly showed that Alexandria had singled out Dunkelfelger for special favor. Either that or they were signaling a marriage offer was in the making. Perhapes, Ferdinand was looking for a second wife. One wrong move and they would feel snubbed, and she would make an enemy of them.
Hannelore could feel the other women’s eyes burning through her. They would immediately share this intelligence with their duchies. Until she heard back from Dunkelfelger's Aub, her every move would be watched and interpreted. It was a nightmare.
She carefully #folded hands, making sure her smile didn’t waver. It was a far cry from her thoughts."What has my bad timing gotten me into this time?"
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾4. Book Buddies Forever☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaAs was customary, Sorrona took the first swallow of matcha. Then, she passed the cups around.
Everyone took a sip of the emerald-green #liquid. The lady from Klassenberg made a slightly wry face but quickly hid it. What was her name? Hannelore wondered. "Valeriane Tochter Klassenberg. That was it."
"This is lovely china, so unique," Valeriane said. Hanna thought it was perhaps an attempt to cover up her faux pas. "May I buy a set for my tea parties?" Valeriane went on.
“No, I’m sorry,” Sorrona answered. "They won't be available until after the Archduke Conference, but you can have the setting in front of you as a gift. You'll find Aub Rozemyne’s personal seal on the bottom.”
"Now, on to the treats," she said, sampling a sandwich and each confection to demonstrate that they weren't poisoned. "This is matcha milli feuille," she said, cutting into the lavish cake. She stumbled slightly over the name and giggled nervously.
"Everyone calls these tanieh jellies," she said, picking up the deep tan confections. "And these are mochi," she said, eating one of the round confections. "Rozemyne is very proud of the mochi. She said that they were incredibly difficult to develop.”
Finished, she turned to Hannelore. "You might be wondering why Her Grace entrusted me with debuting her creations. I was surprised, too, but when she asked who wanted to join the library committee, I was the only one to volunteer. She said you were my senpai, and that I should listen to you."
Sorrona giggled after making this serious announcement.
Hannelore stared as a feeling of déjà vu washed over her.
When Sorrona held up her little finger, it seemed to Hannelore that the girl wanted to shake pinkies. Flustered and unsure what to do, Hannelore complied, wrapping her pinky around Sorrona’s.
Sorrona giggled again and said, "Book buddies forever."
Such obvious favoritism clearly showed that Alexandria had singled out Dunkelfelger for special favor. Either that or they were signaling a marriage offer was in the making. Perhapes, Ferdinand was looking for a second wife. One wrong move and they would feel snubbed, and she would make an enemy of them.
Hannelore could feel the other women’s eyes burning through her. They would immediately share this intelligence with their duchies. Until she heard back from Dunkelfelger's Aub, her every move would be watched and interpreted. It was a nightmare.
She carefully #folded hands, making sure her smile didn’t waver. It was a far cry from her thoughts."What has my bad timing gotten me into this time?"
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾4. Book Buddies Forever☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaAs was customary, Sorrona took the first swallow of matcha. Then, she passed the cups around.
Everyone took a sip of the emerald-green #liquid. The lady from Klassenberg made a slightly wry face but quickly hid it. What was her name? Hannelore wondered. "Valeriane Tochter Klassenberg. That was it."
"This is lovely china, so unique," Valeriane said. Hanna thought it was perhaps an attempt to cover up her faux pas. "May I buy a set for my tea parties?" Valeriane went on.
“No, I’m sorry,” Sorrona answered. "They won't be available until after the Archduke Conference, but you can have the setting in front of you as a gift. You'll find Aub Rozemyne’s personal seal on the bottom.”
"Now, on to the treats," she said, sampling a sandwich and each confection to demonstrate that they weren't poisoned. "This is matcha milli feuille," she said, cutting into the lavish cake. She stumbled slightly over the name and giggled nervously.
"Everyone calls these tanieh jellies," she said, picking up the deep tan confections. "And these are mochi," she said, eating one of the round confections. "Rozemyne is very proud of the mochi. She said that they were incredibly difficult to develop.”
Finished, she turned to Hannelore. "You might be wondering why Her Grace entrusted me with debuting her creations. I was surprised, too, but when she asked who wanted to join the library committee, I was the only one to volunteer. She said you were my senpai, and that I should listen to you."
Sorrona giggled after making this serious announcement.
Hannelore stared as a feeling of déjà vu washed over her.
When Sorrona held up her little finger, it seemed to Hannelore that the girl wanted to shake pinkies. Flustered and unsure what to do, Hannelore complied, wrapping her pinky around Sorrona’s.
Sorrona giggled again and said, "Book buddies forever."
Such obvious favoritism clearly showed that Alexandria had singled out Dunkelfelger for special favor. Either that or they were signaling a marriage offer was in the making. Perhapes, Ferdinand was looking for a second wife. One wrong move and they would feel snubbed, and she would make an enemy of them.
Hannelore could feel the other women’s eyes burning through her. They would immediately share this intelligence with their duchies. Until she heard back from Dunkelfelger's Aub, her every move would be watched and interpreted. It was a nightmare.
She carefully #folded hands, making sure her smile didn’t waver. It was a far cry from her thoughts."What has my bad timing gotten me into this time?"
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 56: EP 5: Jurassic Era — Rabbits
**#TimeTravelAuthors #Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/13
As the gentle #fluid #folds of the conifer forested hills ended, the ridge rose steeply in front of us. Although climbing it would be difficult, the incline was a good thing. I doubted the big dinosaurs could climb it. Still, I needed to watch out for smaller ones. Airborne reptiles didn't seem like a problem. The only ones we had seen were small pterodactyls. The largest had a wingspan of about one meter and was no more threatening than a fish eagle.
I zigzagged up the grueling slope, stopping frequently to catch my breath and to ask Emily, "How #far?" until she snapped, "How old are you? Three?"
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12. Moon Rise (2/2)
#FanFiction #TheApothecaryDiaries
#wss366 #MastoPromptThat ended when Mao heard Jinshi say, “Someone is going to have to be punished for letting the assassin die. I suppose the mercenary woman will have to take the blame.”
Mao frowned upon hearing the guard mentioned.
“Steel?” she asked.—“Never make assumptions” was one of the things she had been taught, but she was sure of the answer.
“Yes, the woman Mù’er. She was holding the woman when it happened, and as a foreigner, no one will complain about her death.” As he spoke, Jinshi looked intently at Mao. From the squint in his eyes, Mao assumed he was wondering what she would say.
Mao should have been happy at this announcement, after all, she owed the woman for her early rudeness and for tossing her around like a sack of millet. Mao’s ribs were still tender from the pounding they had taken from the saddle horn. Still…
“It is entirely my fault. I was careless with the poisoned arrow, and Steel lost her grip because I stumbled into her.”
"What am I saying?" Mao thought. Judging by the stares of Basen and Jinshi, they were thinking the same thing. Suiren's glare was almost enough to kill her on the spot, which might be a mercy, considering the alternative.
“Pardon my wandering mind, but didn’t I hear it was one of the family members who stabbed her with the arrow?” Suiren’s statement stunned them all. Mao wondered what her intervention would cost her.
Seconds ticked by until Jinshi replied, "No, you remember correctly. Maomao would never be careless with a poisoned arrow, let alone leave it wedged in place for someone to impale themselves on.” To anyone less familiar with Jinshi, the sarcasm in his statement would have gone undetected. Mao heard the jab but was unbothered. It seemed a small price to pay for her actions.
“I think, as a reward for guarding our clumsy Xiaomao,” the Moon Prince continued, “we should permanently assign Mù’er to guard her. We can’t have Xiaomao carelessly harming herself.”
Mao shuddered.
*** Finis ***
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMFic #NMV366
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12. Moon Rise (2/2)
#FanFiction #TheApothecaryDiaries
#wss366 #MastoPromptThat ended when Mao heard Jinshi say, “Someone is going to have to be punished for letting the assassin die. I suppose the mercenary woman will have to take the blame.”
Mao frowned upon hearing the guard mentioned.
“Steel?” she asked.—“Never make assumptions” was one of the things she had been taught, but she was sure of the answer.
“Yes, the woman Mù’er. She was holding the woman when it happened, and as a foreigner, no one will complain about her death.” As he spoke, Jinshi looked intently at Mao. From the squint in his eyes, Mao assumed he was wondering what she would say.
Mao should have been happy at this announcement, after all, she owed the woman for her early rudeness and for tossing her around like a sack of millet. Mao’s ribs were still tender from the pounding they had taken from the saddle horn. Still…
“It is entirely my fault. I was careless with the poisoned arrow, and Steel lost her grip because I stumbled into her.”
"What am I saying?" Mao thought. Judging by the stares of Basen and Jinshi, they were thinking the same thing. Suiren's glare was almost enough to kill her on the spot, which might be a mercy, considering the alternative.
“Pardon my wandering mind, but didn’t I hear it was one of the family members who stabbed her with the arrow?” Suiren’s statement stunned them all. Mao wondered what her intervention would cost her.
Seconds ticked by until Jinshi replied, "No, you remember correctly. Maomao would never be careless with a poisoned arrow, let alone leave it wedged in place for someone to impale themselves on.” To anyone less familiar with Jinshi, the sarcasm in his statement would have gone undetected. Mao heard the jab but was unbothered. It seemed a small price to pay for her actions.
“I think, as a reward for guarding our clumsy Xiaomao,” the Moon Prince continued, “we should permanently assign Mù’er to guard her. We can’t have Xiaomao carelessly harming herself.”
Mao shuddered.
*** Finis ***
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMFic #NMV366
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12. Moon Rise (2/2)
#FanFiction #TheApothecaryDiaries
#wss366 #MastoPromptThat ended when Mao heard Jinshi say, “Someone is going to have to be punished for letting the assassin die. I suppose the mercenary woman will have to take the blame.”
Mao frowned upon hearing the guard mentioned.
“Steel?” she asked.—“Never make assumptions” was one of the things she had been taught, but she was sure of the answer.
“Yes, the woman Mù’er. She was holding the woman when it happened, and as a foreigner, no one will complain about her death.” As he spoke, Jinshi looked intently at Mao. From the squint in his eyes, Mao assumed he was wondering what she would say.
Mao should have been happy at this announcement, after all, she owed the woman for her early rudeness and for tossing her around like a sack of millet. Mao’s ribs were still tender from the pounding they had taken from the saddle horn. Still…
“It is entirely my fault. I was careless with the poisoned arrow, and Steel lost her grip because I stumbled into her.”
"What am I saying?" Mao thought. Judging by the stares of Basen and Jinshi, they were thinking the same thing. Suiren's glare was almost enough to kill her on the spot, which might be a mercy, considering the alternative.
“Pardon my wandering mind, but didn’t I hear it was one of the family members who stabbed her with the arrow?” Suiren’s statement stunned them all. Mao wondered what her intervention would cost her.
Seconds ticked by until Jinshi replied, "No, you remember correctly. Maomao would never be careless with a poisoned arrow, let alone leave it wedged in place for someone to impale themselves on.” To anyone less familiar with Jinshi, the sarcasm in his statement would have gone undetected. Mao heard the jab but was unbothered. It seemed a small price to pay for her actions.
“I think, as a reward for guarding our clumsy Xiaomao,” the Moon Prince continued, “we should permanently assign Mù’er to guard her. We can’t have Xiaomao carelessly harming herself.”
Mao shuddered.
*** Finis ***
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMFic #NMV366
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12. Moon Rise (2/2)
#FanFiction #TheApothecaryDiaries
#wss366 #MastoPromptThat ended when Mao heard Jinshi say, “Someone is going to have to be punished for letting the assassin die. I suppose the mercenary woman will have to take the blame.”
Mao frowned upon hearing the guard mentioned.
“Steel?” she asked.—“Never make assumptions” was one of the things she had been taught, but she was sure of the answer.
“Yes, the woman Mù’er. She was holding the woman when it happened, and as a foreigner, no one will complain about her death.” As he spoke, Jinshi looked intently at Mao. From the squint in his eyes, Mao assumed he was wondering what she would say.
Mao should have been happy at this announcement, after all, she owed the woman for her early rudeness and for tossing her around like a sack of millet. Mao’s ribs were still tender from the pounding they had taken from the saddle horn. Still…
“It is entirely my fault. I was careless with the poisoned arrow, and Steel lost her grip because I stumbled into her.”
"What am I saying?" Mao thought. Judging by the stares of Basen and Jinshi, they were thinking the same thing. Suiren's glare was almost enough to kill her on the spot, which might be a mercy, considering the alternative.
“Pardon my wandering mind, but didn’t I hear it was one of the family members who stabbed her with the arrow?” Suiren’s statement stunned them all. Mao wondered what her intervention would cost her.
Seconds ticked by until Jinshi replied, "No, you remember correctly. Maomao would never be careless with a poisoned arrow, let alone leave it wedged in place for someone to impale themselves on.” To anyone less familiar with Jinshi, the sarcasm in his statement would have gone undetected. Mao heard the jab but was unbothered. It seemed a small price to pay for her actions.
“I think, as a reward for guarding our clumsy Xiaomao,” the Moon Prince continued, “we should permanently assign Mù’er to guard her. We can’t have Xiaomao carelessly harming herself.”
Mao shuddered.
*** Finis ***
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMFic #NMV366
#ApothecaryDiaries