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Lest the Moon Blushes 月も赤らむほどに Part 2
[Continued from previous post]
Before answering, Shishi took an object from a bag at her feet. "I would like to learn one more transformation. It's something that would make Ume happy."
“What is it? Oh, a book. Let me see it.”
"I found it in a bookstore. It’s from the Edo period,” Shishi explained. “Look.”
Maiyoi held the book up to the moonlight and ran her fingers across the cover. "It's faded. Wait, I have it! It's an etiquette guide. Whatever do you have in mind? Does Ume like strict mistresses or is it librarians?”
Shishi laughed. “Neither of those. I might like a strict mistress, but Ume wouldn’t. Let me do this. I want to surprise you both, you now and Ume Christmas morning. Is it okay if I learn to do possession tomorrow?”
“Oh, ho, ho. Do you think you can learn that in one night? But we can start tomorrow. I would be a fine #excuse of a teacher if I wouldn't help my student make her lover happy. Let's begin. Face the Big Dipper.” Maiyoi wrapped her arms around Shishi and slowly spun her to face the constellation. “But beware, lest you make me too jealous, though. Listen,”
Lest the moon
Glimpses pool ruffles
Envies the windShishi laughed and kissed Maiyoi’s cheek and replied,
Ruffled pool
A moon worshiper
Yet wind embraces"Such cruelty!" Maiyoi cried, laughing. "I should snatch the wind with my teeth, lest it steal the pool from me."
“Fear not. The moon will always be in my sky, even if the wind embraces me.”
"Now watch, Sensei," said Shishi, placing the book on her head.
"Pray and visualize what you want to become," Maiyoi instructed.
The change was slower this time, but when Shishi turned to face her teacher again, her face had changed to that of a young European woman, and her clothes…
“An Edo maid. So that’s Ume’s weakness,” Maiyoi cried, clapping.
“Maids and idols. She can be quite the otaku.”
Other Maiyoi stories - PIXIV
Other Maiyoi stories - AO3#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Kitsune #Otherkin #WakaPoetry
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Lest the Moon Blushes 月も赤らむほどに Part 1
"Let's see what you remember," Maiyoi told Shishi.
Maiyoi was in her part-human form, complete with cute, fluffy ears and three tails. She wore her signature purple kimono adorned with stars and comets.
They were outside Maiyoi’s new shrine. When the kitsune saw it for the first time, her initial reaction was, “Just wait until Ota-san hears about this! In time, he’ll understand.”
Between that and being reunited with Shishi—as her student, no less—she was still beaming.
She removed a fox skull from her kimono and held it out to Shishi.
Shishi refused it with a smile. "You'll be so proud. Just watch." She closed her eyes, concentrated, and her form began melting. As she shrank, her hair first turned a mild ginger and then a rich golden amber. It ran down her back and arms, replacing the warm clothes she was wearing. Her face became pointed, and sharp teeth replaced her normal ones. Before long, a fox stood in the moonlight where a human had stood.
Maiyoi clapped, capering around the transformed girl.
Bondage shy
Russet leaves fly
Wilderness
A moonlit sky
My kit and IHaving shown what she could do, the fox began morphing again. This time, she became a human with fluffy ears to match her friends' and a single bushy tail.
Maiyoi grabbed her hands and, still dancing, sang:
Sister dear
The moon quite pale
Sakara tints halesNot to be outdone, Shishi finished the katauta:
Sensei love
Swallow proud
Now, to you, bowsMaiyoi switched back to prose, still gushing. "The moon should blush at my student's skill. To think the swallow mastered that so quickly! Should we move on to possession or something easier, like making kitsune gold?"
[Continued in next post]
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Kitsune #Otherkin #WakaPoetry
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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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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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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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High Tea at The Royal Academy ロイヤル・アカデミーでのハイティー
•─⋅☾5. Shumils 2/2 ☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySanta[2/2 Continued from the previous post]
Taking a breath, Sorrona began. “Ferdinand told me to be brief, since you must be busy, so I’ll be direct. Rozemyne requests that you accept me onto the Library Committee. I have already received Mestionora’s blessing, and I fervently hope to serve her and become a librarian someday.”
Hannelore hadn’t planned on reviving the Library Committee. The library had plenty of staff, and she had no interest in the work. As the highest-ranking Dunkelfelger at the school, she had enough to do.
Looking into her junior’s pleading eyes made saying no hard. She sighed to herself. It wouldn’t do to decide until she had consulted with Cordula, her head maid, and her mother. “I’ll need to check.”
The girl nodded, seeming satisfied. She beckoned to her maid, who stepped forward with a chest richly decorated with carved shumil. Cordula stepped forward, opened the chest, nodded, and handed it to Hannelore. Inside was a fluffy shumil plushie dressed in blue librarian robes. Its forepaws were outstretched.
Sorrona explained, “If you feed it mana while petting it, you can give it a book to read to you. Ferdinand and Rozemyne worked very hard on it.”
Hannelore’s eyes grew wide. Her mind screamed, “Too much! Why!”
She caught Cordula’s eye, who nodded imperceptibly and made a sign indicating their time was up.
Hannelore grabbed the lifeline. “I see it’s time for me to leave. I have another pressing appointment. May Dregarnuhr bind our threads again soon. Until then, may Schutzaria keep you company.”
As soon as Sorrona said goodbye, Hannelore fled.
“And may Verdraeos be with me, for I surely need his help.” Her whimper went unheard by anyone except the god himself.
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy ロイヤル・アカデミーでのハイティー
•─⋅☾5. Shumils 1/2☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaAs the tea ended, each girl rose and curtsied first to Hannelore, the representative of the highest-ranking duchy, and then to Sorrona, their host. The girl from Blumenfeld was first. The lovely dove-gray silk of her dress matched her eyes, which smiled insincerely at Hannelore. However, there was nothing lovely about how they bore into Sorrona. Then, with a silken rustle, she was gone.
Hannelore wondered if Sorrona was aware of the tension her favoritism had produced. She would need to report to her mother about the rising tensions between Blumenfeld and Alexandria. It would be unpleasant if they got caught in the middle. Many of Dunkelfelger’s lords were still loyal to the former king, who now ruled Blumenfeld, especially the older lords whose #lands were in the countryside.
As the last girl left, Sorrona sighed and began to slouch until she noticed her lady's maid’s #grim look.
“I hope it wasn’t too much trouble asking you to stay, Lady Hannelore. Aub Rozemyne speaks fondly of you, and she sends Mestionora’s blessings and hopes that Dregarnuhr will soon bind your threads with hers.”
“It was no trouble. I, too, hope that Dregarnuhr’s loom will soon bring us together,” Hannelore replied, wondering why Sorrona had wanted a private interview with her. Her worries grew when Sorrona took an anti-eavesdropping tool from her maid and said, “Shall we?”
“Most certainly,” Hannelore replied. She took out a similar tool.
[1/2 Continued in the next post]
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy ロイヤル・アカデミーでのハイティー
•─⋅☾5. Shumils 1/2☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaAs the tea ended, each girl rose and curtsied first to Hannelore, the representative of the highest-ranking duchy, and then to Sorrona, their host. The girl from Blumenfeld was first. The lovely dove-gray silk of her dress matched her eyes, which smiled insincerely at Hannelore. However, there was nothing lovely about how they bore into Sorrona. Then, with a silken rustle, she was gone.
Hannelore wondered if Sorrona was aware of the tension her favoritism had produced. She would need to report to her mother about the rising tensions between Blumenfeld and Alexandria. It would be unpleasant if they got caught in the middle. Many of Dunkelfelger’s lords were still loyal to the former king, who now ruled Blumenfeld, especially the older lords whose #lands were in the countryside.
As the last girl left, Sorrona sighed and began to slouch until she noticed her lady's maid’s #grim look.
“I hope it wasn’t too much trouble asking you to stay, Lady Hannelore. Aub Rozemyne speaks fondly of you, and she sends Mestionora’s blessings and hopes that Dregarnuhr will soon bind your threads with hers.”
“It was no trouble. I, too, hope that Dregarnuhr’s loom will soon bring us together,” Hannelore replied, wondering why Sorrona had wanted a private interview with her. Her worries grew when Sorrona took an anti-eavesdropping tool from her maid and said, “Shall we?”
“Most certainly,” Hannelore replied. She took out a similar tool.
[1/2 Continued in the next post]
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy ロイヤル・アカデミーでのハイティー
•─⋅☾5. Shumils 1/2☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaAs the tea ended, each girl rose and curtsied first to Hannelore, the representative of the highest-ranking duchy, and then to Sorrona, their host. The girl from Blumenfeld was first. The lovely dove-gray silk of her dress matched her eyes, which smiled insincerely at Hannelore. However, there was nothing lovely about how they bore into Sorrona. Then, with a silken rustle, she was gone.
Hannelore wondered if Sorrona was aware of the tension her favoritism had produced. She would need to report to her mother about the rising tensions between Blumenfeld and Alexandria. It would be unpleasant if they got caught in the middle. Many of Dunkelfelger’s lords were still loyal to the former king, who now ruled Blumenfeld, especially the older lords whose #lands were in the countryside.
As the last girl left, Sorrona sighed and began to slouch until she noticed her lady's maid’s #grim look.
“I hope it wasn’t too much trouble asking you to stay, Lady Hannelore. Aub Rozemyne speaks fondly of you, and she sends Mestionora’s blessings and hopes that Dregarnuhr will soon bind your threads with hers.”
“It was no trouble. I, too, hope that Dregarnuhr’s loom will soon bring us together,” Hannelore replied, wondering why Sorrona had wanted a private interview with her. Her worries grew when Sorrona took an anti-eavesdropping tool from her maid and said, “Shall we?”
“Most certainly,” Hannelore replied. She took out a similar tool.
[1/2 Continued in the next post]
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy ロイヤル・アカデミーでのハイティー
•─⋅☾5. Shumils 1/2☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaAs the tea ended, each girl rose and curtsied first to Hannelore, the representative of the highest-ranking duchy, and then to Sorrona, their host. The girl from Blumenfeld was first. The lovely dove-gray silk of her dress matched her eyes, which smiled insincerely at Hannelore. However, there was nothing lovely about how they bore into Sorrona. Then, with a silken rustle, she was gone.
Hannelore wondered if Sorrona was aware of the tension her favoritism had produced. She would need to report to her mother about the rising tensions between Blumenfeld and Alexandria. It would be unpleasant if they got caught in the middle. Many of Dunkelfelger’s lords were still loyal to the former king, who now ruled Blumenfeld, especially the older lords whose #lands were in the countryside.
As the last girl left, Sorrona sighed and began to slouch until she noticed her lady's maid’s #grim look.
“I hope it wasn’t too much trouble asking you to stay, Lady Hannelore. Aub Rozemyne speaks fondly of you, and she sends Mestionora’s blessings and hopes that Dregarnuhr will soon bind your threads with hers.”
“It was no trouble. I, too, hope that Dregarnuhr’s loom will soon bring us together,” Hannelore replied, wondering why Sorrona had wanted a private interview with her. Her worries grew when Sorrona took an anti-eavesdropping tool from her maid and said, “Shall we?”
“Most certainly,” Hannelore replied. She took out a similar tool.
[1/2 Continued in the next post]
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMFic #Bookworm
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Three Kings and a Princess
#FanFiction #TheApothecaryDiaries #TearmoonEmpire
#wss366 #PIXIVCharitySanta•──⋅☾.1 The Mad Frank☽⋅──•
Note: For those who have been following The Moon’s Hindmost Wound, this story takes place between chapters 11 and 12, before the debriefing.
When Mao got out of the carriage, she was exhausted. The events of the last two days had been draining. First, there was the Mushroom Princess, and then the attempted assassination of the Moon Prince. Everything turned out fine in the end, but Mao would rather live a peaceful life away from royalty and people with wind in their heads.
Speaking of people who were touched, she sighed. The Mad Frank was standing in front of a neighboring brothel, shouting about a guiding star, gifts, and three kings.
At least he wasn’t raving about the end of times. Some of the younger girls got worked up over that. They hadn’t learned yet that someone was always predicting the end of the world. Sometimes, their followers gathered to celebrate when the event was to occur. She had heard of one group that drank poisoned fruit juice when the world failed to end. They were either the Jonesites or the Seven Stars Approach.
Never mind. She was going to get some rest and enjoy her spoils.
“He’s at it again,” said Ukyou, Verdigris House’s bouncer, greeting her.
“Very,” she replied.
“You look tired. I’ll try to steer Madam away from you if she comes looking.”
She nodded in thanks, thinking, “A fool’s errand. Grams is unstoppable, especially if someone tries to deter her.”
She made her way to the shack she called home when she wasn’t at the palace. Luomen was out, which she was glad about. It meant she could do as she pleased.
Before going to sleep, she wanted to look over her treasures. First was the small pot of poison she had received from the assassin. Then came the mushrooms and herbs she had gathered. Of those, the best were the windhead mushrooms and bugbane berries. She carefully put the lemony deathcaps aside.
On second thought, though, she hid them. No point in risking someone eating them or a lecture from Luomen. She wouldn’t sample them, no matter how tempting. And finally, the three roasted #quail she had snagged coming back.
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A Cat-Ear's Journal: Konbini Idol Side Stories
Chapter 85.1 ReleasedBelling the Tsundere ツンデレに鈴を付ける勇気
#Wss366 12/15 #PIXIVCharitySanta
•───⋅☾Kan-chan POV☽⋅───•
"Kanpai," Kao said, raising her glass. I could hardly hear her over the boisterous noise in the izakaya. The din still reached us even though we'd arrived before the after-work crowd and gotten a screened-in booth. Maybe I should have picked a less popular place, but they stock my favorite drink, top-shelf Satsuma imojōchū.
I waved for more shochu—we'd gone through the first carafe quickly, so I'd gotten another. I planned to get plastered.
"Slow down. They won't run out.”
I didn't respond, but instead poured myself a drink and took it in one swallow.
"Why pay for good imojōchū if you're just going to guzzle it?"
I shrugged and poured another.
Kao reached out, put his hand on mine, and stopped me. "Okay, tell me what's wrong."
“Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that. As your sister and co-wife, I demand that you tell me.
"No."
"Okay, as your friend, I’m asking.”
I looked at Kao, trying to stare her down. It was none of her business, but my vision blurred, and a tear trickled down my cheek. "I haven't heard from Tomo. It's almost Christmas… I wanted… together.”
She let go of my hand, but the glass stayed where it was. I waited.
"Yep, you've got it bad, don't you?"
She poured herself a drink, but left it sitting. Then she resumed, "He’s a tsundere; you’re going to have to ask him.”
"I can't."
"You asked Shiro, and she was a stranger."
Kao topped off our drinks, then proceeded to take out her phone. "He's probably busy fixing that old house they inherited and training to keep their kami happy. You’re going to have to bell the cat, or should I say the tsundere.”
She dialed his number, handed me the phone, and then knocked back her drink. "Ganbatte!"
I put the phone to my ear and heard it ring. Then, Tomo’s voice said, "Moshi, moshi."
I swallowed. "Christmas?" I swallowed again. "Are you free?"
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Polyamory #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #Tsundere #NMFic
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A Cat-Ear's Journal: Konbini Idol Side Stories
Chapter 85.1 ReleasedBelling the Tsundere ツンデレに鈴を付ける勇気
#Wss366 12/15 #PIXIVCharitySanta
•───⋅☾Kan-chan POV☽⋅───•
"Kanpai," Kao said, raising her glass. I could hardly hear her over the boisterous noise in the izakaya. The din still reached us even though we'd arrived before the after-work crowd and gotten a screened-in booth. Maybe I should have picked a less popular place, but they stock my favorite drink, top-shelf Satsuma imojōchū.
I waved for more shochu—we'd gone through the first carafe quickly, so I'd gotten another. I planned to get plastered.
"Slow down. They won't run out.”
I didn't respond, but instead poured myself a drink and took it in one swallow.
"Why pay for good imojōchū if you're just going to guzzle it?"
I shrugged and poured another.
Kao reached out, put his hand on mine, and stopped me. "Okay, tell me what's wrong."
“Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that. As your sister and co-wife, I demand that you tell me.
"No."
"Okay, as your friend, I’m asking.”
I looked at Kao, trying to stare her down. It was none of her business, but my vision blurred, and a tear trickled down my cheek. "I haven't heard from Tomo. It's almost Christmas… I wanted… together.”
She let go of my hand, but the glass stayed where it was. I waited.
"Yep, you've got it bad, don't you?"
She poured herself a drink, but left it sitting. Then she resumed, "He’s a tsundere; you’re going to have to ask him.”
"I can't."
"You asked Shiro, and she was a stranger."
Kao topped off our drinks, then proceeded to take out her phone. "He's probably busy fixing that old house they inherited and training to keep their kami happy. You’re going to have to bell the cat, or should I say the tsundere.”
She dialed his number, handed me the phone, and then knocked back her drink. "Ganbatte!"
I put the phone to my ear and heard it ring. Then, Tomo’s voice said, "Moshi, moshi."
I swallowed. "Christmas?" I swallowed again. "Are you free?"
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Polyamory #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #Tsundere #NMFic
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A Cat-Ear's Journal: Konbini Idol Side Stories
Chapter 85.1 ReleasedBelling the Tsundere ツンデレに鈴を付ける勇気
#Wss366 12/15 #PIXIVCharitySanta
•───⋅☾Kan-chan POV☽⋅───•
"Kanpai," Kao said, raising her glass. I could hardly hear her over the boisterous noise in the izakaya. The din still reached us even though we'd arrived before the after-work crowd and gotten a screened-in booth. Maybe I should have picked a less popular place, but they stock my favorite drink, top-shelf Satsuma imojōchū.
I waved for more shochu—we'd gone through the first carafe quickly, so I'd gotten another. I planned to get plastered.
"Slow down. They won't run out.”
I didn't respond, but instead poured myself a drink and took it in one swallow.
"Why pay for good imojōchū if you're just going to guzzle it?"
I shrugged and poured another.
Kao reached out, put his hand on mine, and stopped me. "Okay, tell me what's wrong."
“Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that. As your sister and co-wife, I demand that you tell me.
"No."
"Okay, as your friend, I’m asking.”
I looked at Kao, trying to stare her down. It was none of her business, but my vision blurred, and a tear trickled down my cheek. "I haven't heard from Tomo. It's almost Christmas… I wanted… together.”
She let go of my hand, but the glass stayed where it was. I waited.
"Yep, you've got it bad, don't you?"
She poured herself a drink, but left it sitting. Then she resumed, "He’s a tsundere; you’re going to have to ask him.”
"I can't."
"You asked Shiro, and she was a stranger."
Kao topped off our drinks, then proceeded to take out her phone. "He's probably busy fixing that old house they inherited and training to keep their kami happy. You’re going to have to bell the cat, or should I say the tsundere.”
She dialed his number, handed me the phone, and then knocked back her drink. "Ganbatte!"
I put the phone to my ear and heard it ring. Then, Tomo’s voice said, "Moshi, moshi."
I swallowed. "Christmas?" I swallowed again. "Are you free?"
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Polyamory #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #Tsundere #NMFic
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A Cat-Ear's Journal: Konbini Idol Side Stories
Chapter 85.1 ReleasedBelling the Tsundere ツンデレに鈴を付ける勇気
#Wss366 12/15 #PIXIVCharitySanta
•───⋅☾Kan-chan POV☽⋅───•
"Kanpai," Kao said, raising her glass. I could hardly hear her over the boisterous noise in the izakaya. The din still reached us even though we'd arrived before the after-work crowd and gotten a screened-in booth. Maybe I should have picked a less popular place, but they stock my favorite drink, top-shelf Satsuma imojōchū.
I waved for more shochu—we'd gone through the first carafe quickly, so I'd gotten another. I planned to get plastered.
"Slow down. They won't run out.”
I didn't respond, but instead poured myself a drink and took it in one swallow.
"Why pay for good imojōchū if you're just going to guzzle it?"
I shrugged and poured another.
Kao reached out, put his hand on mine, and stopped me. "Okay, tell me what's wrong."
“Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that. As your sister and co-wife, I demand that you tell me.
"No."
"Okay, as your friend, I’m asking.”
I looked at Kao, trying to stare her down. It was none of her business, but my vision blurred, and a tear trickled down my cheek. "I haven't heard from Tomo. It's almost Christmas… I wanted… together.”
She let go of my hand, but the glass stayed where it was. I waited.
"Yep, you've got it bad, don't you?"
She poured herself a drink, but left it sitting. Then she resumed, "He’s a tsundere; you’re going to have to ask him.”
"I can't."
"You asked Shiro, and she was a stranger."
Kao topped off our drinks, then proceeded to take out her phone. "He's probably busy fixing that old house they inherited and training to keep their kami happy. You’re going to have to bell the cat, or should I say the tsundere.”
She dialed his number, handed me the phone, and then knocked back her drink. "Ganbatte!"
I put the phone to my ear and heard it ring. Then, Tomo’s voice said, "Moshi, moshi."
I swallowed. "Christmas?" I swallowed again. "Are you free?"
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Polyamory #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #Tsundere #NMFic
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A Cat-Ear's Journal: Konbini Idol Side Stories
Chapter 85.1 ReleasedBelling the Tsundere ツンデレに鈴を付ける勇気
#Wss366 12/15 #PIXIVCharitySanta
•───⋅☾Kan-chan POV☽⋅───•
"Kanpai," Kao said, raising her glass. I could hardly hear her over the boisterous noise in the izakaya. The din still reached us even though we'd arrived before the after-work crowd and gotten a screened-in booth. Maybe I should have picked a less popular place, but they stock my favorite drink, top-shelf Satsuma imojōchū.
I waved for more shochu—we'd gone through the first carafe quickly, so I'd gotten another. I planned to get plastered.
"Slow down. They won't run out.”
I didn't respond, but instead poured myself a drink and took it in one swallow.
"Why pay for good imojōchū if you're just going to guzzle it?"
I shrugged and poured another.
Kao reached out, put his hand on mine, and stopped me. "Okay, tell me what's wrong."
“Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that. As your sister and co-wife, I demand that you tell me.
"No."
"Okay, as your friend, I’m asking.”
I looked at Kao, trying to stare her down. It was none of her business, but my vision blurred, and a tear trickled down my cheek. "I haven't heard from Tomo. It's almost Christmas… I wanted… together.”
She let go of my hand, but the glass stayed where it was. I waited.
"Yep, you've got it bad, don't you?"
She poured herself a drink, but left it sitting. Then she resumed, "He’s a tsundere; you’re going to have to ask him.”
"I can't."
"You asked Shiro, and she was a stranger."
Kao topped off our drinks, then proceeded to take out her phone. "He's probably busy fixing that old house they inherited and training to keep their kami happy. You’re going to have to bell the cat, or should I say the tsundere.”
She dialed his number, handed me the phone, and then knocked back her drink. "Ganbatte!"
I put the phone to my ear and heard it ring. Then, Tomo’s voice said, "Moshi, moshi."
I swallowed. "Christmas?" I swallowed again. "Are you free?"
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Polyamory #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #Tsundere #NMFic
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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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Adachi is NOT Santa 足立はサンタではない (2/2)
#FanFiction #AdachiAndShimamura
#wss366 #PIXIVCharitySanta[Continued from the previous post]
“Hey, I brought you a warm can of red bean soup,” Shimamura said, holding out a can.
Adachi reached out stiffly and took it. Her face remained buried.
“Can I sit with you?” Shimamura asked, sitting down before Adachi could answer.
“Well, open it, silly,” Shimamura said, popping the lid of another can. Then, put the warm tin next to her shivering friend’s cheek. “It’ll warm you.”
Adachi raised her head and opened her can, still not saying anything, instead looking out at the snowy roof as if she could find comfort in the whirls of snow. This cold Adachi made Shimamura uneasy. Usually, Adachi’s eyes would turn to her, but now there was nothing. She could usually reach Adachi with some teasing or just a look.
“Do you want to rest your head in my lap?” Shimamura’s voice was soft with no joking for once. “We can watch the snow until it’s time to go home.”
Her friend nodded and plopped into her lap.
“Ouch, be careful.”
After a pause, then a muffled, “Sorry.” Then, “Shimamura…” and a choking sound.
Shimamura looked out at the fluffy snowflakes falling. Then, tentatively stroked Adachi’s head. It was soft. Her hand glided easily over the silky strands. She was really a beautiful girl and so needy.
After a while, Adachi stopped trembling and repeated Shimamura’s name. This time it was soft with a touch of wonder in it.
“Such a baby,” Shimamura thought and brushed a snowflake from Adachi’s hair.
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Adachi is NOT Santa 足立はサンタではない (2/2)
#FanFiction #AdachiAndShimamura
#wss366 #PIXIVCharitySanta[Continued from the previous post]
“Hey, I brought you a warm can of red bean soup,” Shimamura said, holding out a can.
Adachi reached out stiffly and took it. Her face remained buried.
“Can I sit with you?” Shimamura asked, sitting down before Adachi could answer.
“Well, open it, silly,” Shimamura said, popping the lid of another can. Then, put the warm tin next to her shivering friend’s cheek. “It’ll warm you.”
Adachi raised her head and opened her can, still not saying anything, instead looking out at the snowy roof as if she could find comfort in the whirls of snow. This cold Adachi made Shimamura uneasy. Usually, Adachi’s eyes would turn to her, but now there was nothing. She could usually reach Adachi with some teasing or just a look.
“Do you want to rest your head in my lap?” Shimamura’s voice was soft with no joking for once. “We can watch the snow until it’s time to go home.”
Her friend nodded and plopped into her lap.
“Ouch, be careful.”
After a pause, then a muffled, “Sorry.” Then, “Shimamura…” and a choking sound.
Shimamura looked out at the fluffy snowflakes falling. Then, tentatively stroked Adachi’s head. It was soft. Her hand glided easily over the silky strands. She was really a beautiful girl and so needy.
After a while, Adachi stopped trembling and repeated Shimamura’s name. This time it was soft with a touch of wonder in it.
“Such a baby,” Shimamura thought and brushed a snowflake from Adachi’s hair.
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Adachi is NOT Santa 足立はサンタではない (2/2)
#FanFiction #AdachiAndShimamura
#wss366 #PIXIVCharitySanta[Continued from the previous post]
“Hey, I brought you a warm can of red bean soup,” Shimamura said, holding out a can.
Adachi reached out stiffly and took it. Her face remained buried.
“Can I sit with you?” Shimamura asked, sitting down before Adachi could answer.
“Well, open it, silly,” Shimamura said, popping the lid of another can. Then, put the warm tin next to her shivering friend’s cheek. “It’ll warm you.”
Adachi raised her head and opened her can, still not saying anything, instead looking out at the snowy roof as if she could find comfort in the whirls of snow. This cold Adachi made Shimamura uneasy. Usually, Adachi’s eyes would turn to her, but now there was nothing. She could usually reach Adachi with some teasing or just a look.
“Do you want to rest your head in my lap?” Shimamura’s voice was soft with no joking for once. “We can watch the snow until it’s time to go home.”
Her friend nodded and plopped into her lap.
“Ouch, be careful.”
After a pause, then a muffled, “Sorry.” Then, “Shimamura…” and a choking sound.
Shimamura looked out at the fluffy snowflakes falling. Then, tentatively stroked Adachi’s head. It was soft. Her hand glided easily over the silky strands. She was really a beautiful girl and so needy.
After a while, Adachi stopped trembling and repeated Shimamura’s name. This time it was soft with a touch of wonder in it.
“Such a baby,” Shimamura thought and brushed a snowflake from Adachi’s hair.
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Adachi is NOT Santa 足立はサンタではない (1/2)
#FanFiction #AdachiAndShimamura
#wss366 #PIXIVCharitySanta“So who is going to wear the Santa #suit for the Christmas play?” the teacher asked.
A voice from the back of the class announced, “Adachi.”
There was a murmur in the class, and someone yelled, “Yeah, Adachi!”
Shimamura turned and looked at Adachi, whose face had turned as white as snow on a Christmas morning. Then, so suddenly, Shimamura was startled; Adachi bolted from the room, the door banging behind her.
“Wow. What a pain,” Shimamura thought.
“That’s just mean!” The words were out of her mouth before she could think about it. She blushed red, just as surprised as the class at her words. She was glad, though; it’s what a friend should do. Still, it was nothing she had ever imagined herself doing.
The silence in the classroom was broken only by the teacher clearing his throat.
Then she stood up. “I’m going after her.”
To her surprise, the teacher called after her, “Thanks!” He sounded surprised but grateful. “And tell her I know just who will play the roles of Santa and Rudolf, too!” His glare fell on the two culprits at the back of the class. “Where it should be,” she thought.
First, Shimamura checked for Adachi’s bike. To her relief, it was still there, its seat dusted with snow. Next, she passed the gym, but there was a class in session.
“Where could she have gone? Maybe the roof?” she muttered to herself. “Cold! But this is Adachi.”
She opened the roof door and called out, “Adachi?” The wind caught the name, carrying it away. She didn’t need to call again and turned toward the sound of sniffling. And there was Adachi huddled under the eaves of the entrance. Her arms were around her legs, and her face was buried in them.
[Continued in the next post]
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Adachi is NOT Santa 足立はサンタではない (1/2)
#FanFiction #AdachiAndShimamura
#wss366 #PIXIVCharitySanta“So who is going to wear the Santa #suit for the Christmas play?” the teacher asked.
A voice from the back of the class announced, “Adachi.”
There was a murmur in the class, and someone yelled, “Yeah, Adachi!”
Shimamura turned and looked at Adachi, whose face had turned as white as snow on a Christmas morning. Then, so suddenly, Shimamura was startled; Adachi bolted from the room, the door banging behind her.
“Wow. What a pain,” Shimamura thought.
“That’s just mean!” The words were out of her mouth before she could think about it. She blushed red, just as surprised as the class at her words. She was glad, though; it’s what a friend should do. Still, it was nothing she had ever imagined herself doing.
The silence in the classroom was broken only by the teacher clearing his throat.
Then she stood up. “I’m going after her.”
To her surprise, the teacher called after her, “Thanks!” He sounded surprised but grateful. “And tell her I know just who will play the roles of Santa and Rudolf, too!” His glare fell on the two culprits at the back of the class. “Where it should be,” she thought.
First, Shimamura checked for Adachi’s bike. To her relief, it was still there, its seat dusted with snow. Next, she passed the gym, but there was a class in session.
“Where could she have gone? Maybe the roof?” she muttered to herself. “Cold! But this is Adachi.”
She opened the roof door and called out, “Adachi?” The wind caught the name, carrying it away. She didn’t need to call again and turned toward the sound of sniffling. And there was Adachi huddled under the eaves of the entrance. Her arms were around her legs, and her face was buried in them.
[Continued in the next post]
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Adachi is NOT Santa 足立はサンタではない (1/2)
#FanFiction #AdachiAndShimamura
#wss366 #PIXIVCharitySanta“So who is going to wear the Santa #suit for the Christmas play?” the teacher asked.
A voice from the back of the class announced, “Adachi.”
There was a murmur in the class, and someone yelled, “Yeah, Adachi!”
Shimamura turned and looked at Adachi, whose face had turned as white as snow on a Christmas morning. Then, so suddenly, Shimamura was startled; Adachi bolted from the room, the door banging behind her.
“Wow. What a pain,” Shimamura thought.
“That’s just mean!” The words were out of her mouth before she could think about it. She blushed red, just as surprised as the class at her words. She was glad, though; it’s what a friend should do. Still, it was nothing she had ever imagined herself doing.
The silence in the classroom was broken only by the teacher clearing his throat.
Then she stood up. “I’m going after her.”
To her surprise, the teacher called after her, “Thanks!” He sounded surprised but grateful. “And tell her I know just who will play the roles of Santa and Rudolf, too!” His glare fell on the two culprits at the back of the class. “Where it should be,” she thought.
First, Shimamura checked for Adachi’s bike. To her relief, it was still there, its seat dusted with snow. Next, she passed the gym, but there was a class in session.
“Where could she have gone? Maybe the roof?” she muttered to herself. “Cold! But this is Adachi.”
She opened the roof door and called out, “Adachi?” The wind caught the name, carrying it away. She didn’t need to call again and turned toward the sound of sniffling. And there was Adachi huddled under the eaves of the entrance. Her arms were around her legs, and her face was buried in them.
[Continued in the next post]
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M is for Milady
#Fanfiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #PIXIVCharitySantaErie had started limping, and, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop herself from touching the collar around her neck. The same went for staring at the tall buildings and the carriages, wagons, and delivery vans on the street. She had never seen so many people. Her mistress, Esther, had gone so far as to indulge her when she couldn’t stop staring at an organ-grinder with a monkey on a leash similar to her own. Esther even gave her a small coin to give to the man.
“Erie dear, are your feet hurting? I can’t do much about the collar, but we can stop and rest if it helps. It won’t do if you’re lame and can’t do your work.”
“Sorry, Milady. I’m not used to walking so much in these #boots.”
“The street is hard, but I see a park ahead where we can sit. I am a trifle fatigued myself. I thought you might enjoy looking at the stores. You’ve never been to a big city like this before, have you?”
“No, Milady. It is all so new to me.--Oh!” An exclamation escaped Erie as something caught her eye in a window.
Esther followed her gaze to a large book with a giraffe, elephant, and lion on the cover. “You can read, can’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, Milady. Lady D’Arcy taught me.”
“Would you like this book? It seems simple, but the art is nice.”
“Oh, no, Milady.” A look of fear came into the servant’s eyes.
“Erie, what is it?”
“Nothing, Milady.”
“No, that won’t do. When I ask you something, you must tell me right away. If I ask about your feelings or thoughts, I want to hear them.”
“Lady D’Arcy made me read the most dreadful things to her and would whip me when I made a mistake.”
“I see. Now I understand. I’ll save the whipping for when you’ve done something truly heinous. Not for stumbling over a word. Come. I’ll buy this book for you, and you can read it to me in the park. You’ll see that I’m nothing like Lady D’Arcy.”
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M is for Milady
#Fanfiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #PIXIVCharitySantaErie had started limping, and, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop herself from touching the collar around her neck. The same went for staring at the tall buildings and the carriages, wagons, and delivery vans on the street. She had never seen so many people. Her mistress, Esther, had gone so far as to indulge her when she couldn’t stop staring at an organ-grinder with a monkey on a leash similar to her own. Esther even gave her a small coin to give to the man.
“Erie dear, are your feet hurting? I can’t do much about the collar, but we can stop and rest if it helps. It won’t do if you’re lame and can’t do your work.”
“Sorry, Milady. I’m not used to walking so much in these #boots.”
“The street is hard, but I see a park ahead where we can sit. I am a trifle fatigued myself. I thought you might enjoy looking at the stores. You’ve never been to a big city like this before, have you?”
“No, Milady. It is all so new to me.--Oh!” An exclamation escaped Erie as something caught her eye in a window.
Esther followed her gaze to a large book with a giraffe, elephant, and lion on the cover. “You can read, can’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, Milady. Lady D’Arcy taught me.”
“Would you like this book? It seems simple, but the art is nice.”
“Oh, no, Milady.” A look of fear came into the servant’s eyes.
“Erie, what is it?”
“Nothing, Milady.”
“No, that won’t do. When I ask you something, you must tell me right away. If I ask about your feelings or thoughts, I want to hear them.”
“Lady D’Arcy made me read the most dreadful things to her and would whip me when I made a mistake.”
“I see. Now I understand. I’ll save the whipping for when you’ve done something truly heinous. Not for stumbling over a word. Come. I’ll buy this book for you, and you can read it to me in the park. You’ll see that I’m nothing like Lady D’Arcy.”
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M is for Milady
#Fanfiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #PIXIVCharitySantaErie had started limping, and, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop herself from touching the collar around her neck. The same went for staring at the tall buildings and the carriages, wagons, and delivery vans on the street. She had never seen so many people. Her mistress, Esther, had gone so far as to indulge her when she couldn’t stop staring at an organ-grinder with a monkey on a leash similar to her own. Esther even gave her a small coin to give to the man.
“Erie dear, are your feet hurting? I can’t do much about the collar, but we can stop and rest if it helps. It won’t do if you’re lame and can’t do your work.”
“Sorry, Milady. I’m not used to walking so much in these #boots.”
“The street is hard, but I see a park ahead where we can sit. I am a trifle fatigued myself. I thought you might enjoy looking at the stores. You’ve never been to a big city like this before, have you?”
“No, Milady. It is all so new to me.--Oh!” An exclamation escaped Erie as something caught her eye in a window.
Esther followed her gaze to a large book with a giraffe, elephant, and lion on the cover. “You can read, can’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, Milady. Lady D’Arcy taught me.”
“Would you like this book? It seems simple, but the art is nice.”
“Oh, no, Milady.” A look of fear came into the servant’s eyes.
“Erie, what is it?”
“Nothing, Milady.”
“No, that won’t do. When I ask you something, you must tell me right away. If I ask about your feelings or thoughts, I want to hear them.”
“Lady D’Arcy made me read the most dreadful things to her and would whip me when I made a mistake.”
“I see. Now I understand. I’ll save the whipping for when you’ve done something truly heinous. Not for stumbling over a word. Come. I’ll buy this book for you, and you can read it to me in the park. You’ll see that I’m nothing like Lady D’Arcy.”
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M is for Milady
#Fanfiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #PIXIVCharitySantaErie had started limping, and, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop herself from touching the collar around her neck. The same went for staring at the tall buildings and the carriages, wagons, and delivery vans on the street. She had never seen so many people. Her mistress, Esther, had gone so far as to indulge her when she couldn’t stop staring at an organ-grinder with a monkey on a leash similar to her own. Esther even gave her a small coin to give to the man.
“Erie dear, are your feet hurting? I can’t do much about the collar, but we can stop and rest if it helps. It won’t do if you’re lame and can’t do your work.”
“Sorry, Milady. I’m not used to walking so much in these #boots.”
“The street is hard, but I see a park ahead where we can sit. I am a trifle fatigued myself. I thought you might enjoy looking at the stores. You’ve never been to a big city like this before, have you?”
“No, Milady. It is all so new to me.--Oh!” An exclamation escaped Erie as something caught her eye in a window.
Esther followed her gaze to a large book with a giraffe, elephant, and lion on the cover. “You can read, can’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, Milady. Lady D’Arcy taught me.”
“Would you like this book? It seems simple, but the art is nice.”
“Oh, no, Milady.” A look of fear came into the servant’s eyes.
“Erie, what is it?”
“Nothing, Milady.”
“No, that won’t do. When I ask you something, you must tell me right away. If I ask about your feelings or thoughts, I want to hear them.”
“Lady D’Arcy made me read the most dreadful things to her and would whip me when I made a mistake.”
“I see. Now I understand. I’ll save the whipping for when you’ve done something truly heinous. Not for stumbling over a word. Come. I’ll buy this book for you, and you can read it to me in the park. You’ll see that I’m nothing like Lady D’Arcy.”
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M is for Milady
#Fanfiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #PIXIVCharitySantaErie had started limping, and, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop herself from touching the collar around her neck. The same went for staring at the tall buildings and the carriages, wagons, and delivery vans on the street. She had never seen so many people. Her mistress, Esther, had gone so far as to indulge her when she couldn’t stop staring at an organ-grinder with a monkey on a leash similar to her own. Esther even gave her a small coin to give to the man.
“Erie dear, are your feet hurting? I can’t do much about the collar, but we can stop and rest if it helps. It won’t do if you’re lame and can’t do your work.”
“Sorry, Milady. I’m not used to walking so much in these #boots.”
“The street is hard, but I see a park ahead where we can sit. I am a trifle fatigued myself. I thought you might enjoy looking at the stores. You’ve never been to a big city like this before, have you?”
“No, Milady. It is all so new to me.--Oh!” An exclamation escaped Erie as something caught her eye in a window.
Esther followed her gaze to a large book with a giraffe, elephant, and lion on the cover. “You can read, can’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, Milady. Lady D’Arcy taught me.”
“Would you like this book? It seems simple, but the art is nice.”
“Oh, no, Milady.” A look of fear came into the servant’s eyes.
“Erie, what is it?”
“Nothing, Milady.”
“No, that won’t do. When I ask you something, you must tell me right away. If I ask about your feelings or thoughts, I want to hear them.”
“Lady D’Arcy made me read the most dreadful things to her and would whip me when I made a mistake.”
“I see. Now I understand. I’ll save the whipping for when you’ve done something truly heinous. Not for stumbling over a word. Come. I’ll buy this book for you, and you can read it to me in the park. You’ll see that I’m nothing like Lady D’Arcy.”
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Mink Ranching
#FanFiction #AdachiAndShimamura
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #PIXIVCharitySanta"I'm sorry, but I can't go home with you today. I have to study in the library,” Shimamura told Adachi.
"Wow, look at that expression," Shimamura thought.
A smile crept to her lips. "The world is ending tomorrow," she joked.
“What?” Adachi said, looking totally bewildered. “It is?”
"No, It's just how you looked. It's not like I don't want to walk home with you. This is my #last chance to pass math. Can you imagine doing that class again!”
"Oh, then I'll come too.”
"Okay," Shimamura said, shrugging.
While Adachi scanned the books on the shelves, in between glances at her friend, Shimamura found a place to sit. Adachi reached for a book, then glanced at it, and her hand dropped. She reached for another.
Shimamura smiled at her, and Adachi grabbed a book and clutched it tightly to her chest. She hurried to the table and then stopped. “I won’t be bothering you?”
Shimamura looked up from the papers and smiled. "No, but I don’t know what’s so fascinating about my doing math.” She added to herself, “I don’t get it. It’s dull enough when I do it. Why watch me?”
Adachi pulled out her chair carefully being as quiet as possible, sat down, and hastily opened her book.
Shimamura looked up. “Math. I hate it. I just want to sleep. It’s so quiet, and the smell of books it’s almost too much.” She pretended to slap herself, returned to her papers, and soon was soon groaning over the problems.
The seconds ticked by while Adachi held the book in front of her, and Shimamura muttered. "If x is the cube of y and y is the square root of four, what is x? So y is two. Cube?"
"x, y, cube, square? When am I ever going to use this?" She asked, looking up at Adachi, and found her peeking over her book.
Adachi looked down, missing Shimamura hiding a smile behind her hand.
"I didn't know you were interested in minks," Shimamura said.
"What?” Adachi's eyes blinked rapidly. She glanced at her book, still on the title page; read; and froze, a look of horror on her face.
"Your book’s title, #Mink Ranching."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMFic #NMV366 #Yuri
#AdachiToShimamura -
Mink Ranching
#FanFiction #AdachiAndShimamura
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #PIXIVCharitySanta"I'm sorry, but I can't go home with you today. I have to study in the library,” Shimamura told Adachi.
"Wow, look at that expression," Shimamura thought.
A smile crept to her lips. "The world is ending tomorrow," she joked.
“What?” Adachi said, looking totally bewildered. “It is?”
"No, It's just how you looked. It's not like I don't want to walk home with you. This is my #last chance to pass math. Can you imagine doing that class again!”
"Oh, then I'll come too.”
"Okay," Shimamura said, shrugging.
While Adachi scanned the books on the shelves, in between glances at her friend, Shimamura found a place to sit. Adachi reached for a book, then glanced at it, and her hand dropped. She reached for another.
Shimamura smiled at her, and Adachi grabbed a book and clutched it tightly to her chest. She hurried to the table and then stopped. “I won’t be bothering you?”
Shimamura looked up from the papers and smiled. "No, but I don’t know what’s so fascinating about my doing math.” She added to herself, “I don’t get it. It’s dull enough when I do it. Why watch me?”
Adachi pulled out her chair carefully being as quiet as possible, sat down, and hastily opened her book.
Shimamura looked up. “Math. I hate it. I just want to sleep. It’s so quiet, and the smell of books it’s almost too much.” She pretended to slap herself, returned to her papers, and soon was soon groaning over the problems.
The seconds ticked by while Adachi held the book in front of her, and Shimamura muttered. "If x is the cube of y and y is the square root of four, what is x? So y is two. Cube?"
"x, y, cube, square? When am I ever going to use this?" She asked, looking up at Adachi, and found her peeking over her book.
Adachi looked down, missing Shimamura hiding a smile behind her hand.
"I didn't know you were interested in minks," Shimamura said.
"What?” Adachi's eyes blinked rapidly. She glanced at her book, still on the title page; read; and froze, a look of horror on her face.
"Your book’s title, #Mink Ranching."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMFic #NMV366 #Yuri
#AdachiToShimamura -
Mink Ranching
#FanFiction #AdachiAndShimamura
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #PIXIVCharitySanta"I'm sorry, but I can't go home with you today. I have to study in the library,” Shimamura told Adachi.
"Wow, look at that expression," Shimamura thought.
A smile crept to her lips. "The world is ending tomorrow," she joked.
“What?” Adachi said, looking totally bewildered. “It is?”
"No, It's just how you looked. It's not like I don't want to walk home with you. This is my #last chance to pass math. Can you imagine doing that class again!”
"Oh, then I'll come too.”
"Okay," Shimamura said, shrugging.
While Adachi scanned the books on the shelves, in between glances at her friend, Shimamura found a place to sit. Adachi reached for a book, then glanced at it, and her hand dropped. She reached for another.
Shimamura smiled at her, and Adachi grabbed a book and clutched it tightly to her chest. She hurried to the table and then stopped. “I won’t be bothering you?”
Shimamura looked up from the papers and smiled. "No, but I don’t know what’s so fascinating about my doing math.” She added to herself, “I don’t get it. It’s dull enough when I do it. Why watch me?”
Adachi pulled out her chair carefully being as quiet as possible, sat down, and hastily opened her book.
Shimamura looked up. “Math. I hate it. I just want to sleep. It’s so quiet, and the smell of books it’s almost too much.” She pretended to slap herself, returned to her papers, and soon was soon groaning over the problems.
The seconds ticked by while Adachi held the book in front of her, and Shimamura muttered. "If x is the cube of y and y is the square root of four, what is x? So y is two. Cube?"
"x, y, cube, square? When am I ever going to use this?" She asked, looking up at Adachi, and found her peeking over her book.
Adachi looked down, missing Shimamura hiding a smile behind her hand.
"I didn't know you were interested in minks," Shimamura said.
"What?” Adachi's eyes blinked rapidly. She glanced at her book, still on the title page; read; and froze, a look of horror on her face.
"Your book’s title, #Mink Ranching."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMFic #NMV366 #Yuri
#AdachiToShimamura -
Mink Ranching
#FanFiction #AdachiAndShimamura
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #PIXIVCharitySanta"I'm sorry, but I can't go home with you today. I have to study in the library,” Shimamura told Adachi.
"Wow, look at that expression," Shimamura thought.
A smile crept to her lips. "The world is ending tomorrow," she joked.
“What?” Adachi said, looking totally bewildered. “It is?”
"No, It's just how you looked. It's not like I don't want to walk home with you. This is my #last chance to pass math. Can you imagine doing that class again!”
"Oh, then I'll come too.”
"Okay," Shimamura said, shrugging.
While Adachi scanned the books on the shelves, in between glances at her friend, Shimamura found a place to sit. Adachi reached for a book, then glanced at it, and her hand dropped. She reached for another.
Shimamura smiled at her, and Adachi grabbed a book and clutched it tightly to her chest. She hurried to the table and then stopped. “I won’t be bothering you?”
Shimamura looked up from the papers and smiled. "No, but I don’t know what’s so fascinating about my doing math.” She added to herself, “I don’t get it. It’s dull enough when I do it. Why watch me?”
Adachi pulled out her chair carefully being as quiet as possible, sat down, and hastily opened her book.
Shimamura looked up. “Math. I hate it. I just want to sleep. It’s so quiet, and the smell of books it’s almost too much.” She pretended to slap herself, returned to her papers, and soon was soon groaning over the problems.
The seconds ticked by while Adachi held the book in front of her, and Shimamura muttered. "If x is the cube of y and y is the square root of four, what is x? So y is two. Cube?"
"x, y, cube, square? When am I ever going to use this?" She asked, looking up at Adachi, and found her peeking over her book.
Adachi looked down, missing Shimamura hiding a smile behind her hand.
"I didn't know you were interested in minks," Shimamura said.
"What?” Adachi's eyes blinked rapidly. She glanced at her book, still on the title page; read; and froze, a look of horror on her face.
"Your book’s title, #Mink Ranching."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMFic #NMV366 #Yuri
#AdachiToShimamura -
Mink Ranching
#FanFiction #AdachiAndShimamura
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #PIXIVCharitySanta"I'm sorry, but I can't go home with you today. I have to study in the library,” Shimamura told Adachi.
"Wow, look at that expression," Shimamura thought.
A smile crept to her lips. "The world is ending tomorrow," she joked.
“What?” Adachi said, looking totally bewildered. “It is?”
"No, It's just how you looked. It's not like I don't want to walk home with you. This is my #last chance to pass math. Can you imagine doing that class again!”
"Oh, then I'll come too.”
"Okay," Shimamura said, shrugging.
While Adachi scanned the books on the shelves, in between glances at her friend, Shimamura found a place to sit. Adachi reached for a book, then glanced at it, and her hand dropped. She reached for another.
Shimamura smiled at her, and Adachi grabbed a book and clutched it tightly to her chest. She hurried to the table and then stopped. “I won’t be bothering you?”
Shimamura looked up from the papers and smiled. "No, but I don’t know what’s so fascinating about my doing math.” She added to herself, “I don’t get it. It’s dull enough when I do it. Why watch me?”
Adachi pulled out her chair carefully being as quiet as possible, sat down, and hastily opened her book.
Shimamura looked up. “Math. I hate it. I just want to sleep. It’s so quiet, and the smell of books it’s almost too much.” She pretended to slap herself, returned to her papers, and soon was soon groaning over the problems.
The seconds ticked by while Adachi held the book in front of her, and Shimamura muttered. "If x is the cube of y and y is the square root of four, what is x? So y is two. Cube?"
"x, y, cube, square? When am I ever going to use this?" She asked, looking up at Adachi, and found her peeking over her book.
Adachi looked down, missing Shimamura hiding a smile behind her hand.
"I didn't know you were interested in minks," Shimamura said.
"What?” Adachi's eyes blinked rapidly. She glanced at her book, still on the title page; read; and froze, a look of horror on her face.
"Your book’s title, #Mink Ranching."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMFic #NMV366 #Yuri
#AdachiToShimamura -
High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾3. Matcha & Celadon☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaHannalore was shown to a seat next to Sorrona. Each place setting was stunning. Handleless cups and plates with a jade-green glaze gleamed, which pooled in darker lines made by pattern of swimming #fish. What caught her eye most, though, was the fine web of cracks running through the glaze. They were lovely and unlike anything she had seen before.
In the table’s center was a silver three-tiered stand. The bottom contained a cake made of many thin, crepe layers with whipped cream sandwiched between each, and all dusted with green powder. It gave off a faint odor of tea. On the next tier were dainty crustless sandwiches, and on the top tier were tanieh jellies and soft, round confections covered with roasted samaneh seeds.
The mingled sweet scents made her mouth water. To think she would be among the first to taste Rozemyne’s newest creations. It felt like a miraculous honor. For once, just once, her timing had been perfect.
“I thought I would start our tea with a ritual that Rozemyne introduced to our court,” Sorrona said as the last guest was seated. “If you pass me your cups, I’ll make a special tea for you. You may decline, in which case you’ll be served a nice black blend. Either is exquisite, but the former is an adventure.”
As everyone passed their cups to Sorrona, Hannalore overheard the girl from Drewanchel say in a stage whisper, "Well, at least we don't have to worry about her fainting and leaving us hostless." Hannalore felt sorry for Sorrona again.
The target of the girl’s retort gave no sign of having heard and continued. "This is the finest tea, which is then ground into a fine powder. Rozemyne calls it matcha. You warm the cup with a bit of hot water, add this much matcha, add hot water, and whisk it. The temperature of the water is very important. If it is too hot, the tea will be bitter."
Sorrona picked up a small whisk and rolled it between her palms, turning the tea into a thick, emerald froth.
"Rozemyne says that any lady or gentleman should be able to do this for their guests. It is the highest honor. Having servants do it implies that you feel your guests are unworthy of your attention."
Some of the ladies looked shocked, but Hannalore thought, "I bet Ferdinand was the #architect of that custom to accommodate his eccentric wife." But it also seemed like a charming custom.
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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A Gyaru Explains Christmas ギャルがクリスマスを解説する (3/3)
#FanFiction #ThisGyarusGotAThingforVampireHunters?! #GyaVam
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/5 #PIXIVCharitySanta**[Continued]
The two gyaru had already spotted them and dashed over. They each picked a girl and started mussing up her hair while shouting, “#Brains, brains, brains!”
Ginka and Ruka both reacted instantly. Ruka said, “Hey, stop! I spent an hour on that!” While Ginka took a battle stance. Then she looked at Ruka and asked, “Are they infected?”
The three gyaru started laughing at Ginka’s serious tone. It was such a Ginka thing to say.
The two girls responded, "Infected? Like, really!" and "Yep. Zombies! got us. We've come to eat your brains."
Ruka explained, “They must have just come from the theater. ‘Zombie Apocalypse’ is playing. It's totally gross! And you two quit it; you're bothering people.”
“So, what are you two doing here?” Meiri asked. “On a date?”
“Must be, or she would have invited us,” Hinaru replied.
“I’m teaching Ginka-chan the meaning of Christmas, if you must know,” Ruka said, avoiding the question. It had made her feel embarrassed yet also kind of warm. If she were going to date a girl, Ginka-chan would be her pick. She was stunning and so cool and…and…yeah, like that.
“The meaning of Christmas? Presents!” Hinaru said.
“KFedC,” Meiru argued.
“No, and no. Just follow me—Ginka-chan, those are both important things, but they aren’t the heart and soul of Christmas.”
Ginka nodded. With the other girls there, she didn’t want to say anything that would embarrass her—or worse, Ruka.
Ruka swiftly led the others through the crowd. She regretfully let go of Ginka’s hand. With her friends around, it would be too embarrassing, and they would only tease her more about "dating" Ginka.
She led them past the bookstore, the grocery store, the mall lottery stand, and even the big Christmas tree. She stopped in front of a bakery.
“Cake!” she announced, pointing. “Christmas cake—that's the soul of Christmas!”
[3/3 End]
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A Gyaru Explains Christmas ギャルがクリスマスを解説する (2/3)
#FanFiction #ThisGyarusGotAThingforVampireHunters?! #GyaVam
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/5 #PIXIVCharitySanta**[Continued]
“Aren’t they dangerous?” Ruka asked. The question slipped out automatically.
“Dangerous? What cha mean?”
“Never mind. They’re cute.” Ruka had learned that any noise could alert a vampire or its spawn. With their preternatural hearing, there was no way they wouldn’t hear those bells. But it was a silly question. The vampires were all dead.
“Aw, you don’t sound like you mean it. I wore them just for you.”
“No, really, they’re cute, and so is the sweater.” Ginka’s delivery was still flat, which disappointed Ruka, but she accepted it. Ginka-chan was Ginka-chan, and you couldn’t expect exuberance from her.
“It’s not the kind of thing you usually wear,” Ginka added, nodding at the sweater with its panda mascot.
“Christmas is next week!” Ruka twirled. “Got ta celebrate!”
“I didn’t know you were a Christian.”
“I’m not, and neither are most of these people.” Ruka gestured to the crowd. “That’s not what it’s about. Come on, I’ll show you.”
She grabbed Ginka’s hand and led the way into the mall.
As they entered, Ginka’s eyes swiveled, taking it all in: the smiling people, harried ones, fake holly, busy holiday music, and an enormous tree adorned with tinsel and bright ornaments.
Her gaze moved to Ruka, and finally, a smile flickered on her lips. This was the girl who had introduced it all to her: clothes, makeup, school, friends, and karaoke—all things that Ginka had fought to preserve but had never experienced.
“Hey, look, it’s Hinaru & Meiri.” Ruka said, waving.
[2/3 Continued in the next post]
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A Gyaru Explains Christmas ギャルがクリスマスを解説する(1/3)
#FanFiction #ThisGyarusGotAThingforVampireHunters?! #GyaVam
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/5 #PIXIVCharitySanta**Ginka-chan went on high alert as soon as she got off at the mall station. “So many people,” she thought. She relaxed, though, when she spotted Ruka-chan in the crowd, waving at her.
The first thing Ginka noticed about her gyaru friend was her knee-high boots with two-inch cavalier heels. “How could she run in those?” Ginka muttered. Of course, Ruka wouldn’t need to run. There weren't any vampires lurking in the crowd, so she was safe.
That settled, Ginka took in the rest of Ruka’s outfit: a red sweater with a mascot on the front, a green dress, and candy-striped socks peeking out above her boots. The outfit sounded odd, but Ruka pulled it off with flair.
Still aware of the people around them, Ginka joined her friend. “So, what’s the plan?” she asked.
“Do you like them?” Ruka said, ignoring the question. Instead, she shook her head, causing the little bells hanging from her earrings to make a bright, tinkling sound.
[1/3 Continued in the next post.]
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Goldilocks and Brunhilde
#FanFiction @stevendbrewer – Bear and Forrest Stories
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/4 #PIXIVCharitySantaThe Volpex Picnic Park’s bear stopped and took a puff of his smoke. There was only the back area to check, and then he could take a nap. He looked forward to a lazy, warm winter day. Very few people used the park during the winter, even on a bright sunny day like this.
The exception was Brunhilde’s family. He could count on her and her mom stopping by on any pleasant weekend. And sure enough, there was their car driving away.
He smiled. Their going home would make things easier. He liked Brunhilde, but she was a handful.
That was why the whimpering issuing from their favorite site surprised him.
The bear quietly put out his cigarette, entered the site, and found Brunhilde sobbing, a book clutched to her chest. The family's picnic things were on the table, but an ice chest was turned over on its side, empty.
“Now, now,” the bear said patting her on the back. Then, as gently as possible, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
The girl turned her tear-stained face up to look at the bear. “Nothing,” she said, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
“Big girls don’t cry over nothing,” Bear said, #brushing away her tears with the back of his paw. It scratched a bit, but seemed to comfort Brunhilde.
Bear continued, “It has to be something important for them to cry over. So what is it?”
“Masked bandits stole our picnic food, and Mom went to town to buy more. But she broke her promise to read to me.”
“That must have been Riteka Raccoon and her gang. I’ll deal with them later.”
Brunhilde held out the book. “Would you read to me, Mr. Bear?”
The bear looked at the book, squinting, trying to make out the title. “I know! Why don’t YOU read to me!”
“Oh,” Brunhilde said. “I’d love that.” A smile adorned her face. Any sign of #moping had disappeared.
She hurriedly opened the book and began, “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Goldilocks…”
“'…Someone is in my bed, and she is still there!' Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears, screamed, and ran out of the house, never to return.”
Finished, Brunhilde asked, “Did you like the story, Mr. Bear?”
“It’s not the version I know, but I loved it.”
Suddenly, Forrest screamed from a nearby tree where they had been listening, “His version includes, ‘She took a puff of the cigar and said, “This is too strong.”’”
Brunhilde never heard the rest because Bear started throwing pinecones at Forrest.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMV366 #NMFic #Mythpunk #SliceOfLife
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Goldilocks and Brunhilde
#FanFiction @stevendbrewer – Bear and Forrest Stories
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/4 #PIXIVCharitySantaThe Volpex Picnic Park’s bear stopped and took a puff of his smoke. There was only the back area to check, and then he could take a nap. He looked forward to a lazy, warm winter day. Very few people used the park during the winter, even on a bright sunny day like this.
The exception was Brunhilde’s family. He could count on her and her mom stopping by on any pleasant weekend. And sure enough, there was their car driving away.
He smiled. Their going home would make things easier. He liked Brunhilde, but she was a handful.
That was why the whimpering issuing from their favorite site surprised him.
The bear quietly put out his cigarette, entered the site, and found Brunhilde sobbing, a book clutched to her chest. The family's picnic things were on the table, but an ice chest was turned over on its side, empty.
“Now, now,” the bear said patting her on the back. Then, as gently as possible, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
The girl turned her tear-stained face up to look at the bear. “Nothing,” she said, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
“Big girls don’t cry over nothing,” Bear said, #brushing away her tears with the back of his paw. It scratched a bit, but seemed to comfort Brunhilde.
Bear continued, “It has to be something important for them to cry over. So what is it?”
“Masked bandits stole our picnic food, and Mom went to town to buy more. But she broke her promise to read to me.”
“That must have been Riteka Raccoon and her gang. I’ll deal with them later.”
Brunhilde held out the book. “Would you read to me, Mr. Bear?”
The bear looked at the book, squinting, trying to make out the title. “I know! Why don’t YOU read to me!”
“Oh,” Brunhilde said. “I’d love that.” A smile adorned her face. Any sign of #moping had disappeared.
She hurriedly opened the book and began, “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Goldilocks…”
“'…Someone is in my bed, and she is still there!' Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears, screamed, and ran out of the house, never to return.”
Finished, Brunhilde asked, “Did you like the story, Mr. Bear?”
“It’s not the version I know, but I loved it.”
Suddenly, Forrest screamed from a nearby tree where they had been listening, “His version includes, ‘She took a puff of the cigar and said, “This is too strong.”’”
Brunhilde never heard the rest because Bear started throwing pinecones at Forrest.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMV366 #NMFic #Mythpunk #SliceOfLife
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Goldilocks and Brunhilde
#FanFiction @stevendbrewer – Bear and Forrest Stories
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/4 #PIXIVCharitySantaThe Volpex Picnic Park’s bear stopped and took a puff of his smoke. There was only the back area to check, and then he could take a nap. He looked forward to a lazy, warm winter day. Very few people used the park during the winter, even on a bright sunny day like this.
The exception was Brunhilde’s family. He could count on her and her mom stopping by on any pleasant weekend. And sure enough, there was their car driving away.
He smiled. Their going home would make things easier. He liked Brunhilde, but she was a handful.
That was why the whimpering issuing from their favorite site surprised him.
The bear quietly put out his cigarette, entered the site, and found Brunhilde sobbing, a book clutched to her chest. The family's picnic things were on the table, but an ice chest was turned over on its side, empty.
“Now, now,” the bear said patting her on the back. Then, as gently as possible, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
The girl turned her tear-stained face up to look at the bear. “Nothing,” she said, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
“Big girls don’t cry over nothing,” Bear said, #brushing away her tears with the back of his paw. It scratched a bit, but seemed to comfort Brunhilde.
Bear continued, “It has to be something important for them to cry over. So what is it?”
“Masked bandits stole our picnic food, and Mom went to town to buy more. But she broke her promise to read to me.”
“That must have been Riteka Raccoon and her gang. I’ll deal with them later.”
Brunhilde held out the book. “Would you read to me, Mr. Bear?”
The bear looked at the book, squinting, trying to make out the title. “I know! Why don’t YOU read to me!”
“Oh,” Brunhilde said. “I’d love that.” A smile adorned her face. Any sign of #moping had disappeared.
She hurriedly opened the book and began, “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Goldilocks…”
“'…Someone is in my bed, and she is still there!' Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears, screamed, and ran out of the house, never to return.”
Finished, Brunhilde asked, “Did you like the story, Mr. Bear?”
“It’s not the version I know, but I loved it.”
Suddenly, Forrest screamed from a nearby tree where they had been listening, “His version includes, ‘She took a puff of the cigar and said, “This is too strong.”’”
Brunhilde never heard the rest because Bear started throwing pinecones at Forrest.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMV366 #NMFic #Mythpunk #SliceOfLife
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Goldilocks and Brunhilde
#FanFiction @stevendbrewer – Bear and Forrest Stories
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/4 #PIXIVCharitySantaThe Volpex Picnic Park’s bear stopped and took a puff of his smoke. There was only the back area to check, and then he could take a nap. He looked forward to a lazy, warm winter day. Very few people used the park during the winter, even on a bright sunny day like this.
The exception was Brunhilde’s family. He could count on her and her mom stopping by on any pleasant weekend. And sure enough, there was their car driving away.
He smiled. Their going home would make things easier. He liked Brunhilde, but she was a handful.
That was why the whimpering issuing from their favorite site surprised him.
The bear quietly put out his cigarette, entered the site, and found Brunhilde sobbing, a book clutched to her chest. The family's picnic things were on the table, but an ice chest was turned over on its side, empty.
“Now, now,” the bear said patting her on the back. Then, as gently as possible, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
The girl turned her tear-stained face up to look at the bear. “Nothing,” she said, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
“Big girls don’t cry over nothing,” Bear said, #brushing away her tears with the back of his paw. It scratched a bit, but seemed to comfort Brunhilde.
Bear continued, “It has to be something important for them to cry over. So what is it?”
“Masked bandits stole our picnic food, and Mom went to town to buy more. But she broke her promise to read to me.”
“That must have been Riteka Raccoon and her gang. I’ll deal with them later.”
Brunhilde held out the book. “Would you read to me, Mr. Bear?”
The bear looked at the book, squinting, trying to make out the title. “I know! Why don’t YOU read to me!”
“Oh,” Brunhilde said. “I’d love that.” A smile adorned her face. Any sign of #moping had disappeared.
She hurriedly opened the book and began, “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Goldilocks…”
“'…Someone is in my bed, and she is still there!' Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears, screamed, and ran out of the house, never to return.”
Finished, Brunhilde asked, “Did you like the story, Mr. Bear?”
“It’s not the version I know, but I loved it.”
Suddenly, Forrest screamed from a nearby tree where they had been listening, “His version includes, ‘She took a puff of the cigar and said, “This is too strong.”’”
Brunhilde never heard the rest because Bear started throwing pinecones at Forrest.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMV366 #NMFic #Mythpunk #SliceOfLife
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Goldilocks and Brunhilde
#FanFiction @stevendbrewer – Bear and Forrest Stories
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/4 #PIXIVCharitySantaThe Volpex Picnic Park’s bear stopped and took a puff of his smoke. There was only the back area to check, and then he could take a nap. He looked forward to a lazy, warm winter day. Very few people used the park during the winter, even on a bright sunny day like this.
The exception was Brunhilde’s family. He could count on her and her mom stopping by on any pleasant weekend. And sure enough, there was their car driving away.
He smiled. Their going home would make things easier. He liked Brunhilde, but she was a handful.
That was why the whimpering issuing from their favorite site surprised him.
The bear quietly put out his cigarette, entered the site, and found Brunhilde sobbing, a book clutched to her chest. The family's picnic things were on the table, but an ice chest was turned over on its side, empty.
“Now, now,” the bear said patting her on the back. Then, as gently as possible, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
The girl turned her tear-stained face up to look at the bear. “Nothing,” she said, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
“Big girls don’t cry over nothing,” Bear said, #brushing away her tears with the back of his paw. It scratched a bit, but seemed to comfort Brunhilde.
Bear continued, “It has to be something important for them to cry over. So what is it?”
“Masked bandits stole our picnic food, and Mom went to town to buy more. But she broke her promise to read to me.”
“That must have been Riteka Raccoon and her gang. I’ll deal with them later.”
Brunhilde held out the book. “Would you read to me, Mr. Bear?”
The bear looked at the book, squinting, trying to make out the title. “I know! Why don’t YOU read to me!”
“Oh,” Brunhilde said. “I’d love that.” A smile adorned her face. Any sign of #moping had disappeared.
She hurriedly opened the book and began, “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Goldilocks…”
“'…Someone is in my bed, and she is still there!' Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears, screamed, and ran out of the house, never to return.”
Finished, Brunhilde asked, “Did you like the story, Mr. Bear?”
“It’s not the version I know, but I loved it.”
Suddenly, Forrest screamed from a nearby tree where they had been listening, “His version includes, ‘She took a puff of the cigar and said, “This is too strong.”’”
Brunhilde never heard the rest because Bear started throwing pinecones at Forrest.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMV366 #NMFic #Mythpunk #SliceOfLife
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Whatever
#ScribesAndMakers 12/2
“Read us another story!” Grandpa Charlie’s three grandchildren demanded.
"Whatever," he said, waving a hand at the bookshelf. His tone made it clear that he was bored and wanted to take a nap. Three stories should be enough. But grandkids are grandkids, and there would be no napping until they left with their dad.
The oldest, Nancy, brought over an old, green book. Its cover was faded, and the cloth over the torn binding exposed the spine below. “What’s this, Granddad?”
“That was your mother’s when she was a little girl. He ran his finger over the nearly vanished gold-lettered title, ‘The Big Book of Stories.’” His tone had softened, and he gently opened the book to a random page.
A red poinsettia leaf pressed into a homemade bookmark drifted out. Written in a childlike hand was “To Dad.”
The bookmark settled in his lap, followed by a gentle tear.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMSAM #NMFic #NMPrompts #PIXIVCharitySanta
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#ScribesAndMakers 1 What creative projects do you hope to work on this month?
Konbini Idol, of course. But I also hope to produce at least 15 stories for #PIXIVCharitySanta, beating my previous record of 14.
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#ScribesAndMakers 2025.11.30 — How did your creativity go this month?
Given I was gone about half the month, it went well. Most of my serial reserve is used up, so I need to get busy. Also, #PIXIVCharitySanta has started, so I want to crank out stories for it.
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾2. High Tea: Arrival☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #PIXIVCharitySanta“Do you think Wilfred will be there?” Hannalore asked Cordula for the third time.
Her attendant resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "It seems unlikely. It would be awkward, given what has occurred, but you'll find out soon enough.—But we are here; so please don’t #overlook your manners."
The room selected for the tea was small, decorated in the latest Alexandrian fashion, complete with elegant bookshelves and tasteful ornaments. Anyone daring to take out a book would have found that it was fake. Even the Alexandrian court, influenced by their new aub, couldn't afford to display this many books in a mere academy meeting room.
Hannalore chuckled. Knowing Rozemyne, the books would soon be real. She then blushed, embarrassed to have laughed out loud at such an inopportune moment. Her unfortunate timing had already played a trick on her.
Lady Sorrona rose as Hannalore entered. She was short for her age, with a face unfashionably sun-darkened. Yet she had a cute smile, and her clothes were in the best taste, liberally decorated with tiny lace flowers in the Ehrenfest fashion.
"Lady Hannalore, once again, Dregarnuhr, the Goddess of Time, has woven our threads together and blessed us with a meeting," Sorrona greeted her. Her voice quavered, and Hannalore felt sympathy for her. She, too, felt nervous when hosting others. It must be much worse for Sorrona, a first-year, hosting such important individuals. The duty must have fallen to her because the ranks of Alexandria's nobles had been severely thinned by the recent war and by Ferdinand's removal of others he deemed untrustworthy. The man was truly ruthless.
Still, surely they could have found someone more experienced. There were other Alexandrian students at the Royal Academy.
Hannalore curtsied and smiled reassuringly at the young woman. "I am honored by your invitation and have been looking forward to the event."
“I hope you can stay afterward and talk,” Sorrona said. “Aub Rozemyne gave me a special message for you."
The guest who had arrived early stirred. Such overt favoritism was unthinkable unless it were a deliberate snub. Poor Sorrona didn’t look sophisticated enough to have mastered that noble art yet.
"Poor girl," Hannalore thought. "She's already made a faux pas."
"Dregarnuhr has kindly bound our threads extra long." Hannalore bowed while taking in who else was there: Ehrenfest, of course; Blumenfeld; and Klassenberg. Behind her, she could hear Drewanchel arriving. The fact that such high-ranking duchies had come to a first-year's tea—a duchy inferior to most of them—spoke to the influence of Alexandria's archduchess.
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾2. High Tea: Arrival☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #PIXIVCharitySanta“Do you think Wilfred will be there?” Hannalore asked Cordula for the third time.
Her attendant resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "It seems unlikely. It would be awkward, given what has occurred, but you'll find out soon enough.—But we are here; so please don’t #overlook your manners."
The room selected for the tea was small, decorated in the latest Alexandrian fashion, complete with elegant bookshelves and tasteful ornaments. Anyone daring to take out a book would have found that it was fake. Even the Alexandrian court, influenced by their new aub, couldn't afford to display this many books in a mere academy meeting room.
Hannalore chuckled. Knowing Rozemyne, the books would soon be real. She then blushed, embarrassed to have laughed out loud at such an inopportune moment. Her unfortunate timing had already played a trick on her.
Lady Sorrona rose as Hannalore entered. She was short for her age, with a face unfashionably sun-darkened. Yet she had a cute smile, and her clothes were in the best taste, liberally decorated with tiny lace flowers in the Ehrenfest fashion.
"Lady Hannalore, once again, Dregarnuhr, the Goddess of Time, has woven our threads together and blessed us with a meeting," Sorrona greeted her. Her voice quavered, and Hannalore felt sympathy for her. She, too, felt nervous when hosting others. It must be much worse for Sorrona, a first-year, hosting such important individuals. The duty must have fallen to her because the ranks of Alexandria's nobles had been severely thinned by the recent war and by Ferdinand's removal of others he deemed untrustworthy. The man was truly ruthless.
Still, surely they could have found someone more experienced. There were other Alexandrian students at the Royal Academy.
Hannalore curtsied and smiled reassuringly at the young woman. "I am honored by your invitation and have been looking forward to the event."
“I hope you can stay afterward and talk,” Sorrona said. “Aub Rozemyne gave me a special message for you."
The guest who had arrived early stirred. Such overt favoritism was unthinkable unless it were a deliberate snub. Poor Sorrona didn’t look sophisticated enough to have mastered that noble art yet.
"Poor girl," Hannalore thought. "She's already made a faux pas."
"Dregarnuhr has kindly bound our threads extra long." Hannalore bowed while taking in who else was there: Ehrenfest, of course; Blumenfeld; and Klassenberg. Behind her, she could hear Drewanchel arriving. The fact that such high-ranking duchies had come to a first-year's tea—a duchy inferior to most of them—spoke to the influence of Alexandria's archduchess.
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾2. High Tea: Arrival☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #PIXIVCharitySanta“Do you think Wilfred will be there?” Hannalore asked Cordula for the third time.
Her attendant resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "It seems unlikely. It would be awkward, given what has occurred, but you'll find out soon enough.—But we are here; so please don’t #overlook your manners."
The room selected for the tea was small, decorated in the latest Alexandrian fashion, complete with elegant bookshelves and tasteful ornaments. Anyone daring to take out a book would have found that it was fake. Even the Alexandrian court, influenced by their new aub, couldn't afford to display this many books in a mere academy meeting room.
Hannalore chuckled. Knowing Rozemyne, the books would soon be real. She then blushed, embarrassed to have laughed out loud at such an inopportune moment. Her unfortunate timing had already played a trick on her.
Lady Sorrona rose as Hannalore entered. She was short for her age, with a face unfashionably sun-darkened. Yet she had a cute smile, and her clothes were in the best taste, liberally decorated with tiny lace flowers in the Ehrenfest fashion.
"Lady Hannalore, once again, Dregarnuhr, the Goddess of Time, has woven our threads together and blessed us with a meeting," Sorrona greeted her. Her voice quavered, and Hannalore felt sympathy for her. She, too, felt nervous when hosting others. It must be much worse for Sorrona, a first-year, hosting such important individuals. The duty must have fallen to her because the ranks of Alexandria's nobles had been severely thinned by the recent war and by Ferdinand's removal of others he deemed untrustworthy. The man was truly ruthless.
Still, surely they could have found someone more experienced. There were other Alexandrian students at the Royal Academy.
Hannalore curtsied and smiled reassuringly at the young woman. "I am honored by your invitation and have been looking forward to the event."
“I hope you can stay afterward and talk,” Sorrona said. “Aub Rozemyne gave me a special message for you."
The guest who had arrived early stirred. Such overt favoritism was unthinkable unless it were a deliberate snub. Poor Sorrona didn’t look sophisticated enough to have mastered that noble art yet.
"Poor girl," Hannalore thought. "She's already made a faux pas."
"Dregarnuhr has kindly bound our threads extra long." Hannalore bowed while taking in who else was there: Ehrenfest, of course; Blumenfeld; and Klassenberg. Behind her, she could hear Drewanchel arriving. The fact that such high-ranking duchies had come to a first-year's tea—a duchy inferior to most of them—spoke to the influence of Alexandria's archduchess.
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾2. High Tea: Arrival☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #PIXIVCharitySanta“Do you think Wilfred will be there?” Hannalore asked Cordula for the third time.
Her attendant resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "It seems unlikely. It would be awkward, given what has occurred, but you'll find out soon enough.—But we are here; so please don’t #overlook your manners."
The room selected for the tea was small, decorated in the latest Alexandrian fashion, complete with elegant bookshelves and tasteful ornaments. Anyone daring to take out a book would have found that it was fake. Even the Alexandrian court, influenced by their new aub, couldn't afford to display this many books in a mere academy meeting room.
Hannalore chuckled. Knowing Rozemyne, the books would soon be real. She then blushed, embarrassed to have laughed out loud at such an inopportune moment. Her unfortunate timing had already played a trick on her.
Lady Sorrona rose as Hannalore entered. She was short for her age, with a face unfashionably sun-darkened. Yet she had a cute smile, and her clothes were in the best taste, liberally decorated with tiny lace flowers in the Ehrenfest fashion.
"Lady Hannalore, once again, Dregarnuhr, the Goddess of Time, has woven our threads together and blessed us with a meeting," Sorrona greeted her. Her voice quavered, and Hannalore felt sympathy for her. She, too, felt nervous when hosting others. It must be much worse for Sorrona, a first-year, hosting such important individuals. The duty must have fallen to her because the ranks of Alexandria's nobles had been severely thinned by the recent war and by Ferdinand's removal of others he deemed untrustworthy. The man was truly ruthless.
Still, surely they could have found someone more experienced. There were other Alexandrian students at the Royal Academy.
Hannalore curtsied and smiled reassuringly at the young woman. "I am honored by your invitation and have been looking forward to the event."
“I hope you can stay afterward and talk,” Sorrona said. “Aub Rozemyne gave me a special message for you."
The guest who had arrived early stirred. Such overt favoritism was unthinkable unless it were a deliberate snub. Poor Sorrona didn’t look sophisticated enough to have mastered that noble art yet.
"Poor girl," Hannalore thought. "She's already made a faux pas."
"Dregarnuhr has kindly bound our threads extra long." Hannalore bowed while taking in who else was there: Ehrenfest, of course; Blumenfeld; and Klassenberg. Behind her, she could hear Drewanchel arriving. The fact that such high-ranking duchies had come to a first-year's tea—a duchy inferior to most of them—spoke to the influence of Alexandria's archduchess.
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm