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Crabby Crab
#Fanfic #LagoonFire by @asakiyume
#Vss366 Kid / #ChildrensDay #こどもの日Old man Kaduik looked away from his tiles. The game had ground to a draw, and he was bored. He looked out over the park and smiled as he watched the school #kids playing. It was one of the pleasures of being a retired god. Being human wasn’t so bad. The kids were milling around in the shade of the trees, enjoying their break from school.
“What are you thinking?” Nakona asked, following his gaze.
“I was wondering what it would have been like if we had ever been kids: playing in the shallows, catching crabs, teasing the girls.”
“You would have been like that one over there,” she said, pointing to a boy chasing the girls. He was using his hands like pincers, shouting, “Crabby, crab! Crabby, crab!” and laughing when the girls squealed.
As suddenly as the game had started, it stopped with the boy leaning against a tree, panting in the heat.
“Hey, Tamlo,” the retired crab god yelled to the juice vendor. “Give that boy a drink. I’ll pay.”
“No can do, sir. We'd be reported for showing undue interest in him.”
“Then, I’ll buy them all drinks, and you’d better give me a good bulk discount.”
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Crabby Crab
#Fanfic #LagoonFire by @asakiyume
#Vss366 Kid / #ChildrensDay #こどもの日Old man Kaduik looked away from his tiles. The game had ground to a draw, and he was bored. He looked out over the park and smiled as he watched the school #kids playing. It was one of the pleasures of being a retired god. Being human wasn’t so bad. The kids were milling around in the shade of the trees, enjoying their break from school.
“What are you thinking?” Nakona asked, following his gaze.
“I was wondering what it would have been like if we had ever been kids: playing in the shallows, catching crabs, teasing the girls.”
“You would have been like that one over there,” she said, pointing to a boy chasing the girls. He was using his hands like pincers, shouting, “Crabby, crab! Crabby, crab!” and laughing when the girls squealed.
As suddenly as the game had started, it stopped with the boy leaning against a tree, panting in the heat.
“Hey, Tamlo,” the retired crab god yelled to the juice vendor. “Give that boy a drink. I’ll pay.”
“No can do, sir. We'd be reported for showing undue interest in him.”
“Then, I’ll buy them all drinks, and you’d better give me a good bulk discount.”
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Crabby Crab
#Fanfic #LagoonFire by @asakiyume
#Vss366 Kid / #ChildrensDay #こどもの日Old man Kaduik looked away from his tiles. The game had ground to a draw, and he was bored. He looked out over the park and smiled as he watched the school #kids playing. It was one of the pleasures of being a retired god. Being human wasn’t so bad. The kids were milling around in the shade of the trees, enjoying their break from school.
“What are you thinking?” Nakona asked, following his gaze.
“I was wondering what it would have been like if we had ever been kids: playing in the shallows, catching crabs, teasing the girls.”
“You would have been like that one over there,” she said, pointing to a boy chasing the girls. He was using his hands like pincers, shouting, “Crabby, crab! Crabby, crab!” and laughing when the girls squealed.
As suddenly as the game had started, it stopped with the boy leaning against a tree, panting in the heat.
“Hey, Tamlo,” the retired crab god yelled to the juice vendor. “Give that boy a drink. I’ll pay.”
“No can do, sir. We'd be reported for showing undue interest in him.”
“Then, I’ll buy them all drinks, and you’d better give me a good bulk discount.”
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Crabby Crab
#Fanfic #LagoonFire by @asakiyume
#Vss366 Kid / #ChildrensDay #こどもの日Old man Kaduik looked away from his tiles. The game had ground to a draw, and he was bored. He looked out over the park and smiled as he watched the school #kids playing. It was one of the pleasures of being a retired god. Being human wasn’t so bad. The kids were milling around in the shade of the trees, enjoying their break from school.
“What are you thinking?” Nakona asked, following his gaze.
“I was wondering what it would have been like if we had ever been kids: playing in the shallows, catching crabs, teasing the girls.”
“You would have been like that one over there,” she said, pointing to a boy chasing the girls. He was using his hands like pincers, shouting, “Crabby, crab! Crabby, crab!” and laughing when the girls squealed.
As suddenly as the game had started, it stopped with the boy leaning against a tree, panting in the heat.
“Hey, Tamlo,” the retired crab god yelled to the juice vendor. “Give that boy a drink. I’ll pay.”
“No can do, sir. We'd be reported for showing undue interest in him.”
“Then, I’ll buy them all drinks, and you’d better give me a good bulk discount.”
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Crabby Crab
#Fanfic #LagoonFire by @asakiyume
#Vss366 Kid / #ChildrensDay #こどもの日Old man Kaduik looked away from his tiles. The game had ground to a draw, and he was bored. He looked out over the park and smiled as he watched the school #kids playing. It was one of the pleasures of being a retired god. Being human wasn’t so bad. The kids were milling around in the shade of the trees, enjoying their break from school.
“What are you thinking?” Nakona asked, following his gaze.
“I was wondering what it would have been like if we had ever been kids: playing in the shallows, catching crabs, teasing the girls.”
“You would have been like that one over there,” she said, pointing to a boy chasing the girls. He was using his hands like pincers, shouting, “Crabby, crab! Crabby, crab!” and laughing when the girls squealed.
As suddenly as the game had started, it stopped with the boy leaning against a tree, panting in the heat.
“Hey, Tamlo,” the retired crab god yelled to the juice vendor. “Give that boy a drink. I’ll pay.”
“No can do, sir. We'd be reported for showing undue interest in him.”
“Then, I’ll buy them all drinks, and you’d better give me a good bulk discount.”
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 2 of 2
She first told the bartender in Japanese, “She wants a virgin melon soda. No alcohol.”
“Arigatogozaimasu,” the woman responded, bowing slightly. She was older with short, gray hair. She wore an idol t-shirt and a black biker jacket adorned with anime keychains and idol patches. “Otaku,” I thought, not unkindly.
“Watashi wa Nara Moore desu.” Her Japanese was atrocious, but it was clear she had introduced herself as Nara Moore.
“I speak English,” Ume said. “Would you like to join my friends and me? You look lonely.” She must have been wasted too, or maybe she thought it would please Shishi.
“This is Tomo-san and Kan-chan,” Ume began introducing us.
I bowed.
“And these two are Tsugumi-san and Matsumoto-san. I’m Ume, and this is Shiori-san. She’s an ex-idol and she might know who that is,” Ume continued, pointing to Nara’s shirt.
“I do. She’s a great screamer,” Shishi said. The Japanese “Sukurīmā” must have been close enough, and Nara gave her a thumbs-up. Ume’s girlfriend was finally looking interested in what was going on. Too bad she and Nara couldn’t understand each other. Otherwise, they could have talked about idol stuff while the rest of us drank.
Nara joined us, bowed again, and repeated her name.
“We’re celebrating the publication of my book,” Ume explained.
“Oh, you’re an author too. So am I. What do you write?” Nara sounded excited.
“Yuri and slice of life. The book I just sold is about women who have to break a curse. And you?”
“Yuri, mythpunk, and surreal fantasy.”
“Did you ask her?” Matsumoto broke in.
“No,” Ume said. “My friends want to know why all the drinks are green today.”
"It's St. Patrick's Day," she said, pointing to the sign.
“今日は聖パトリックの日です,” Ume translated.
“Who’s St. Patrick?” Tsugumi asked.
Ume repeated what had been said to Nara, who replied, “He’s an #Irish saint who’s reputed to have driven all the vipers from Ireland. He supposedly brought Christianity there.”
Ume translated again. Then, switching back to English, she asked, “So what have you written?”
“It’s embarrassing, so I’ll skip that. But I’m currently writing about a woman who’s turned into a crow. It’s called ‘Airisu: The Crow and the Witch.’ The crow…”
Tomo whispered to me, “I hope Ume doesn’t add someone new to her harem.”
I laughed. Knowing Ume, she just might.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 2 of 2
She first told the bartender in Japanese, “She wants a virgin melon soda. No alcohol.”
“Arigatogozaimasu,” the woman responded, bowing slightly. She was older with short, gray hair. She wore an idol t-shirt and a black biker jacket adorned with anime keychains and idol patches. “Otaku,” I thought, not unkindly.
“Watashi wa Nara Moore desu.” Her Japanese was atrocious, but it was clear she had introduced herself as Nara Moore.
“I speak English,” Ume said. “Would you like to join my friends and me? You look lonely.” She must have been wasted too, or maybe she thought it would please Shishi.
“This is Tomo-san and Kan-chan,” Ume began introducing us.
I bowed.
“And these two are Tsugumi-san and Matsumoto-san. I’m Ume, and this is Shiori-san. She’s an ex-idol and she might know who that is,” Ume continued, pointing to Nara’s shirt.
“I do. She’s a great screamer,” Shishi said. The Japanese “Sukurīmā” must have been close enough, and Nara gave her a thumbs-up. Ume’s girlfriend was finally looking interested in what was going on. Too bad she and Nara couldn’t understand each other. Otherwise, they could have talked about idol stuff while the rest of us drank.
Nara joined us, bowed again, and repeated her name.
“We’re celebrating the publication of my book,” Ume explained.
“Oh, you’re an author too. So am I. What do you write?” Nara sounded excited.
“Yuri and slice of life. The book I just sold is about women who have to break a curse. And you?”
“Yuri, mythpunk, and surreal fantasy.”
“Did you ask her?” Matsumoto broke in.
“No,” Ume said. “My friends want to know why all the drinks are green today.”
"It's St. Patrick's Day," she said, pointing to the sign.
“今日は聖パトリックの日です,” Ume translated.
“Who’s St. Patrick?” Tsugumi asked.
Ume repeated what had been said to Nara, who replied, “He’s an #Irish saint who’s reputed to have driven all the vipers from Ireland. He supposedly brought Christianity there.”
Ume translated again. Then, switching back to English, she asked, “So what have you written?”
“It’s embarrassing, so I’ll skip that. But I’m currently writing about a woman who’s turned into a crow. It’s called ‘Airisu: The Crow and the Witch.’ The crow…”
Tomo whispered to me, “I hope Ume doesn’t add someone new to her harem.”
I laughed. Knowing Ume, she just might.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 2 of 2
She first told the bartender in Japanese, “She wants a virgin melon soda. No alcohol.”
“Arigatogozaimasu,” the woman responded, bowing slightly. She was older with short, gray hair. She wore an idol t-shirt and a black biker jacket adorned with anime keychains and idol patches. “Otaku,” I thought, not unkindly.
“Watashi wa Nara Moore desu.” Her Japanese was atrocious, but it was clear she had introduced herself as Nara Moore.
“I speak English,” Ume said. “Would you like to join my friends and me? You look lonely.” She must have been wasted too, or maybe she thought it would please Shishi.
“This is Tomo-san and Kan-chan,” Ume began introducing us.
I bowed.
“And these two are Tsugumi-san and Matsumoto-san. I’m Ume, and this is Shiori-san. She’s an ex-idol and she might know who that is,” Ume continued, pointing to Nara’s shirt.
“I do. She’s a great screamer,” Shishi said. The Japanese “Sukurīmā” must have been close enough, and Nara gave her a thumbs-up. Ume’s girlfriend was finally looking interested in what was going on. Too bad she and Nara couldn’t understand each other. Otherwise, they could have talked about idol stuff while the rest of us drank.
Nara joined us, bowed again, and repeated her name.
“We’re celebrating the publication of my book,” Ume explained.
“Oh, you’re an author too. So am I. What do you write?” Nara sounded excited.
“Yuri and slice of life. The book I just sold is about women who have to break a curse. And you?”
“Yuri, mythpunk, and surreal fantasy.”
“Did you ask her?” Matsumoto broke in.
“No,” Ume said. “My friends want to know why all the drinks are green today.”
"It's St. Patrick's Day," she said, pointing to the sign.
“今日は聖パトリックの日です,” Ume translated.
“Who’s St. Patrick?” Tsugumi asked.
Ume repeated what had been said to Nara, who replied, “He’s an #Irish saint who’s reputed to have driven all the vipers from Ireland. He supposedly brought Christianity there.”
Ume translated again. Then, switching back to English, she asked, “So what have you written?”
“It’s embarrassing, so I’ll skip that. But I’m currently writing about a woman who’s turned into a crow. It’s called ‘Airisu: The Crow and the Witch.’ The crow…”
Tomo whispered to me, “I hope Ume doesn’t add someone new to her harem.”
I laughed. Knowing Ume, she just might.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 2 of 2
She first told the bartender in Japanese, “She wants a virgin melon soda. No alcohol.”
“Arigatogozaimasu,” the woman responded, bowing slightly. She was older with short, gray hair. She wore an idol t-shirt and a black biker jacket adorned with anime keychains and idol patches. “Otaku,” I thought, not unkindly.
“Watashi wa Nara Moore desu.” Her Japanese was atrocious, but it was clear she had introduced herself as Nara Moore.
“I speak English,” Ume said. “Would you like to join my friends and me? You look lonely.” She must have been wasted too, or maybe she thought it would please Shishi.
“This is Tomo-san and Kan-chan,” Ume began introducing us.
I bowed.
“And these two are Tsugumi-san and Matsumoto-san. I’m Ume, and this is Shiori-san. She’s an ex-idol and she might know who that is,” Ume continued, pointing to Nara’s shirt.
“I do. She’s a great screamer,” Shishi said. The Japanese “Sukurīmā” must have been close enough, and Nara gave her a thumbs-up. Ume’s girlfriend was finally looking interested in what was going on. Too bad she and Nara couldn’t understand each other. Otherwise, they could have talked about idol stuff while the rest of us drank.
Nara joined us, bowed again, and repeated her name.
“We’re celebrating the publication of my book,” Ume explained.
“Oh, you’re an author too. So am I. What do you write?” Nara sounded excited.
“Yuri and slice of life. The book I just sold is about women who have to break a curse. And you?”
“Yuri, mythpunk, and surreal fantasy.”
“Did you ask her?” Matsumoto broke in.
“No,” Ume said. “My friends want to know why all the drinks are green today.”
"It's St. Patrick's Day," she said, pointing to the sign.
“今日は聖パトリックの日です,” Ume translated.
“Who’s St. Patrick?” Tsugumi asked.
Ume repeated what had been said to Nara, who replied, “He’s an #Irish saint who’s reputed to have driven all the vipers from Ireland. He supposedly brought Christianity there.”
Ume translated again. Then, switching back to English, she asked, “So what have you written?”
“It’s embarrassing, so I’ll skip that. But I’m currently writing about a woman who’s turned into a crow. It’s called ‘Airisu: The Crow and the Witch.’ The crow…”
Tomo whispered to me, “I hope Ume doesn’t add someone new to her harem.”
I laughed. Knowing Ume, she just might.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 1 of 2
I ordered my third green tea shochu.” It isn’t what I usually drink, but since everyone else was drinking green stuff, and it was a limited special, I figured, “Why not?” It was good.
Tsugumi had been drinking the same thing, but after calling it “froufrou” she’d switched to ordering a cube of chartreuse jelly.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Emerald Slider,” she said. “Don’t ask me what it is, but it looked fun.”
That didn’t tell me anything.
Everything was green. Green crepe ribbons festooned the room. Funny little paper youkai with shiny Emerald hats and shamrocks decorated the mirrors. Many people wore that color.
“Even the sign is green,” I said, waving at a large green sign with unintelligible English writing on it.
“Yeah,” Tomo said, toasting me with a green beer.
Beyond Tomo, I could see that Matsumoto had trapped Ume. She was waving a melon soda cocktail in Ume’s face while drunkenly saying for the third time, “You did good, but you still owe me yakiniku.”
Ume just shook her head modestly and sipped a brilliant green cocktail.
That left only Shishi, the designated driver, who was drinking sencha and looking bored.
When we arrived, all the rooms and tables were full. But we all squeezed in at the bar. Tonight, we were celebrating the sale of Ume’s book, “For Love of a Konbini Idol,” based on our adventures.
From down the bar, a heavily accented voice said, “Meron soda. Arukoru nashi, arigatogozaimasu.” I guessed they were American because of their terrible accent.
“Ask them why everything is green. They’re American and must know,” a plastered Matsumoto said, chucking Ume in the ribs. “You’re the only one who speaks English.”
“Naw, I wouldn’t want to be rude,” she replied.
“Go on,” Shishi said, joining in the conversation.
Ume shrugged and moved down the bar.
We all laughed. Ume would do just about anything for Shishi.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 1 of 2
I ordered my third green tea shochu.” It isn’t what I usually drink, but since everyone else was drinking green stuff, and it was a limited special, I figured, “Why not?” It was good.
Tsugumi had been drinking the same thing, but after calling it “froufrou” she’d switched to ordering a cube of chartreuse jelly.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Emerald Slider,” she said. “Don’t ask me what it is, but it looked fun.”
That didn’t tell me anything.
Everything was green. Green crepe ribbons festooned the room. Funny little paper youkai with shiny Emerald hats and shamrocks decorated the mirrors. Many people wore that color.
“Even the sign is green,” I said, waving at a large green sign with unintelligible English writing on it.
“Yeah,” Tomo said, toasting me with a green beer.
Beyond Tomo, I could see that Matsumoto had trapped Ume. She was waving a melon soda cocktail in Ume’s face while drunkenly saying for the third time, “You did good, but you still owe me yakiniku.”
Ume just shook her head modestly and sipped a brilliant green cocktail.
That left only Shishi, the designated driver, who was drinking sencha and looking bored.
When we arrived, all the rooms and tables were full. But we all squeezed in at the bar. Tonight, we were celebrating the sale of Ume’s book, “For Love of a Konbini Idol,” based on our adventures.
From down the bar, a heavily accented voice said, “Meron soda. Arukoru nashi, arigatogozaimasu.” I guessed they were American because of their terrible accent.
“Ask them why everything is green. They’re American and must know,” a plastered Matsumoto said, chucking Ume in the ribs. “You’re the only one who speaks English.”
“Naw, I wouldn’t want to be rude,” she replied.
“Go on,” Shishi said, joining in the conversation.
Ume shrugged and moved down the bar.
We all laughed. Ume would do just about anything for Shishi.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 1 of 2
I ordered my third green tea shochu.” It isn’t what I usually drink, but since everyone else was drinking green stuff, and it was a limited special, I figured, “Why not?” It was good.
Tsugumi had been drinking the same thing, but after calling it “froufrou” she’d switched to ordering a cube of chartreuse jelly.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Emerald Slider,” she said. “Don’t ask me what it is, but it looked fun.”
That didn’t tell me anything.
Everything was green. Green crepe ribbons festooned the room. Funny little paper youkai with shiny Emerald hats and shamrocks decorated the mirrors. Many people wore that color.
“Even the sign is green,” I said, waving at a large green sign with unintelligible English writing on it.
“Yeah,” Tomo said, toasting me with a green beer.
Beyond Tomo, I could see that Matsumoto had trapped Ume. She was waving a melon soda cocktail in Ume’s face while drunkenly saying for the third time, “You did good, but you still owe me yakiniku.”
Ume just shook her head modestly and sipped a brilliant green cocktail.
That left only Shishi, the designated driver, who was drinking sencha and looking bored.
When we arrived, all the rooms and tables were full. But we all squeezed in at the bar. Tonight, we were celebrating the sale of Ume’s book, “For Love of a Konbini Idol,” based on our adventures.
From down the bar, a heavily accented voice said, “Meron soda. Arukoru nashi, arigatogozaimasu.” I guessed they were American because of their terrible accent.
“Ask them why everything is green. They’re American and must know,” a plastered Matsumoto said, chucking Ume in the ribs. “You’re the only one who speaks English.”
“Naw, I wouldn’t want to be rude,” she replied.
“Go on,” Shishi said, joining in the conversation.
Ume shrugged and moved down the bar.
We all laughed. Ume would do just about anything for Shishi.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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••⋅☾Two Authors of Konbini Idol (Kan-chan POV)☽⋅••
#Vss366 Irish / #StPatricksDay #EroticMusings 42: Languages?
Part 1 of 2
I ordered my third green tea shochu.” It isn’t what I usually drink, but since everyone else was drinking green stuff, and it was a limited special, I figured, “Why not?” It was good.
Tsugumi had been drinking the same thing, but after calling it “froufrou” she’d switched to ordering a cube of chartreuse jelly.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Emerald Slider,” she said. “Don’t ask me what it is, but it looked fun.”
That didn’t tell me anything.
Everything was green. Green crepe ribbons festooned the room. Funny little paper youkai with shiny Emerald hats and shamrocks decorated the mirrors. Many people wore that color.
“Even the sign is green,” I said, waving at a large green sign with unintelligible English writing on it.
“Yeah,” Tomo said, toasting me with a green beer.
Beyond Tomo, I could see that Matsumoto had trapped Ume. She was waving a melon soda cocktail in Ume’s face while drunkenly saying for the third time, “You did good, but you still owe me yakiniku.”
Ume just shook her head modestly and sipped a brilliant green cocktail.
That left only Shishi, the designated driver, who was drinking sencha and looking bored.
When we arrived, all the rooms and tables were full. But we all squeezed in at the bar. Tonight, we were celebrating the sale of Ume’s book, “For Love of a Konbini Idol,” based on our adventures.
From down the bar, a heavily accented voice said, “Meron soda. Arukoru nashi, arigatogozaimasu.” I guessed they were American because of their terrible accent.
“Ask them why everything is green. They’re American and must know,” a plastered Matsumoto said, chucking Ume in the ribs. “You’re the only one who speaks English.”
“Naw, I wouldn’t want to be rude,” she replied.
“Go on,” Shishi said, joining in the conversation.
Ume shrugged and moved down the bar.
We all laughed. Ume would do just about anything for Shishi.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #KonbiniIdol #NMFic #SaintPatricksDay #SliceOfLife
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#PennedPossibilities 952 — How do you use social media as an author?
- I promote here and on Bluesky. And selectively on Discord.
- I post serials and one-shots on the Fedi under the #Vss366 #MastoPrompt and #TimeTravelAuthors hastags.
- Support and social contact via writer hashtag responses.
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#PennedPossibilities 952 — How do you use social media as an author?
- I promote here and on Bluesky. And selectively on Discord.
- I post serials and one-shots on the Fedi under the #Vss366 #MastoPrompt and #TimeTravelAuthors hastags.
- Support and social contact via writer hashtag responses.
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Goldenrod and Dandelions
アキノキリンソウとダンディライオン
🐰 #IsTheOrderARabbit 🐰 #FanFiction
Syaro sighed, “A double shift, and on my birthday too. Being poor is hard.”
It would have been a lovely evening with a golden haze on the hills and quaint shops preparing to close if only it weren’t so hot. Instead, the sun beat down on her, more like molten #gold than a gilded evening greeting. Even the cobblestones radiated heat.
It had been a long day. The second-shift girl had gotten sick at the last minute, and customers looking for a shady place to sit and a cooling tea flooded the Fleur de Lapin café. Iced Lapin Glacé was popular, and there had been half a dozen orders for the less popular Concomelon de Lapin. But none of her friends had visited.
She was worn out and depressed. If she were Cocoa or Chino, everyone would have dropped by without fail. Not even her best friend Chiya had come by.
She was rounding the last corner home when she glimpsed Rize darting from behind a hedge. “Oh, it’s a surprise party,” she thought, cheering up. She wouldn’t let Rize know she’d spotted him. Letting them think they’d surprised her was more important. Why had she doubted them?
A smile touched her lips, a genuine one, not her usual customer-service smile.
She paused at the threshold, breath held. She’d expected a surprise, but not like this. Golden blooms lay gathered at her feet: goldenrod, goldsturm, hawkweed, and dandelions, bright as summer laughter.
“How wonderful!” She began gathering an armful of blooms to put in a vase when her smile froze. Wild Geese, her self-invited bunny housemate, had come around the corner, a #plant in its mouth and a mischievous twinkle in its eye. Syaro’s eyes fastened on the golden yellow blossom of the tansy.
“At least Wild Geese remembered,” she said. Bitter and unhappy, she took her wildflower bouquet into the house.
Sunflowers
Glorious SunflowersAlong the wall, hanging from the ceiling, in bunches or singly, the room smiled at her.
On the table stood a yellow cake, its thick whipped frosting as soft and light as a pale yellow peony, with the words “Happy Birthday!!!” in marigold letters.
All her friends began singing to the blushing Syaro.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.Then, Syaro nearly fainted as Rize presented her with a bunch of yellow roses. “Rize...” she thought, “roses.” Her mind drifted like buttercups on a stream. All she could do was mutter, “Senpai.”
Happy birthday, dear Syaro.
Happy birthday to you.🐇 #GochiUsa 🐇 #ごちうさ 🐇
☕️ #ご注文はうさぎですか ☕
🔫 #RizeTedeza #天々座理世
💛 #SyaroKirima #桐間紗路
🐰 #WildGeese #ワイルドギース
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Cat Lady's Reward
Blinding #halogen lights flashed on as the loudspeakers blared, “Five minutes to your favorite episode of ‘Blue’s Clues.’” Then static and feedback.
“It was my favorite at age five, for heaven’s sake,” she muttered, but not low enough. “Do Bee” heard. “Don’t be a Don’t Bee,” screamed the speakers.
Another night of endless Blue’s Clues and now punishment for mentioning that other place.
The image played back of that Joe Namath look-alike, saying, “This is your ‘reward’ for failing to be a meek, mild, childbearing, Christian woman.”
The #point(less) end to an independent life as a childless cat lady. Amen.
Blame @tobadzistsini for this one. I take no responsibility. (The story, not the YouTube clip. That is my Don’t Bee deed of the day.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtI1t_3wWLM
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